PFF Official Referee
I have it. I have it bad. I'm sitting here at my government desk wishing that I could be out in the woods listening to the birds, listening at the morning dew fall every a time a slight gust blows through, watching that dumb squirrel. Especially after yesterdays storm. I know they are moving right now as I type. I don't think they are moving. I know it. I can feel it in my bones. 4 doe just fed past my favorite tree. I wish i was there to put the good ol' 100 grain broadhead right in the boiler room. Damnit man, this is going to be the longest 45 days... 3 more just walked by. Here he comes. I see bone but cant make them out. I grab my bow. He's feeding on the other side of that blow down.. Come on, come to me. Holy crap, he's big. He has a drop tine. Two drop tines. I'm breathing hard. I can't stop shaking. He just stepped out. 34 yards. I draw back. He heard me. He lifts his head up and faces directly towards me. I'm holding. Not moving. Damn it seems like forever. I'm glad I picked up that Elite Answer. I can hold this thing here forever. He calms down and feeds again. No shot. I let down. I try to pull myself together. Please Espo don't screw this up. I take a deep breath. He turns. Broadside.... I draw. Second pin. Float it... float the pin. Squeeze.... I just caught a woody... stay tuned....