Posted February 13, 2016 11:01 pm by Comments

By Jason Reid

”AmmoLand AmmoLand Shooting Sports News

Like walking through a kaleidoscope, the shadows from streaming sunlight cracking through the dense western timber chopped the tan hide of a young bull walking towards me. He stopped, looking right through me. Less than 25 yards away stood a 700 pound animal I’d longed to meet once again. Nerves did’t control my actions, just instincts rapidly calculating each muscle twitch of the elk while measuring my own grasp on reality. He dropped his head continuing towards the sound of my father who had made one simple cow call 30 seconds before. As his vision was obstructed by two pine trees, my string found its anchor point, my hand found its spot behind my ear while my finger came to rest on the trigger. Floating my green pin over his heart the bow did its part and drove the arrow through both shoulders of the bull.

In crunch time, one doesn’t think about each aspect of their gear and how it works in unison. You simply expect your gear to work flawlessly. Bowhunting offers plenty of surprises. Sometimes they are not always welcome. Discovering flaws and inconsistencies in your gear is what summer shooting is for, not while on the hunt. My 2015 summer was one filled with surprises and frustration. One of my frustrations came from my bowstring. For several years I have purchased custom made strings through my local archery shop. Truthfully, I never thought much of the string and just took it for granted. But with two arrow changes, a sight change, and a bum knee, it was only fitting the string would give me issues as well.

10 Days Later

By Jason Reid

AmmoLand Shooting Sports News

Like walking through a kaleidoscope, the shadows from streaming sunlight cracking through the dense western timber chopped the tan hide of a young bull walking towards me. He stopped, looking right through me. Less than 25 yards away stood a 700 pound animal I’d longed to meet once again. Nerves did’t control my actions, just instincts rapidly calculating each muscle twitch of the elk while measuring my own grasp on reality. He dropped his head continuing towards the sound of my father who had made one simple cow call 30 seconds before. As his vision was obstructed by two pine trees, my string found its anchor point, my hand found its spot behind my ear while my finger came to rest on the trigger. Floating my green pin over his heart the bow did its part and drove the arrow through both shoulders of the bull.

In crunch time, one doesn’t think about each aspect of their gear and how it works in unison. You simply expect your gear to work flawlessly. Bowhunting offers plenty of surprises. Sometimes they are not always welcome. …Read the Rest

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