Friday, November 14, 2014
2014 Bow Hunt #4: Clean Miss Heartbreak
I had the animal I wanted at less than 10 yards. I was in the shadows of dusk, dressed in black, unseen. I had time to exhale, inhale, and exhale again. But the shot was not true.
No blood. No fur.
This is the heartbreak of the hunt. When there are no more things to blame, no more uncooperative universal forces in your way, when you've practiced and prepared and are fully paying attention, sometimes you still fail.
I wanted to close the book on bow hunting this spot for this fall. I'll return.
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