I'm with Shannon, I'm tighter than a crab's a$$, and that is waterproof! I would look till I found it, or come back and look again, I have only lost a few, but it made me mad that I could not find them. I once lost one after missing a shot at a little fork horned buck, in a place called Brown's Farm, south of me. I had not practiced in some time, and I was in college at the time, and I used to practice at the college range, and I had the ranges down. I thought. Well I am following this path, and looking around, and I look up and there is this little buck feeding. I got excited, and, started to draw back my bow, he was about ten yd.s away, and he looks up and sees me, well I am shaking, and I let loose, and the arrow goes haywire, and hits in a Myrtle bush, and the deer says, crap, and bolts. Well I bleat, and he stops, and is standing broadside to me about 35-40yds, away. Then it dawns on me, now what was the height I used on the target at the college, at that range...... Well I will just aim an inch high, just behind the shoulder. Should be a killing shot, it hits the spine, or lungs, or lower. Well I am shaking, and I take a big breath, and calm down, and take good aim, and expertly in perfect form, release the string, and it is a perfect shot! Yep, one inch high just behind the shoulder. Well he bolts again, and again I bleat, he says something about my lack of parents, or something like that, and heads to Miami. Well I found the first arrow, and it is in fine shape. The second arrow, I can't find, so after an hour and a half, I head on back and walk up on a young doe, which is feeding on something absolutely delicious. Her little tale is just going 90 mph! So slowly walk up to her. She has not yet looked up, anyway, I get to within five feet or so, and I am standing there watching her. No, at that time you couldn't shoot does. They changed it the next year. Well she still hasn't looked yet, so finally I said, Is that really tasty? She swung her head around, and then spun her whole body around, and just stared at me. I said don't worry, you're safe, and walked back to the path, and I looked back, and she was following me, with this expression on her face, like " how the hell did you do that?!!" Well later on during gun season, I found my arrow. Not much good, but still had the satisfaction of finally finding it. I haven't bow hunted since, but I am looking forward to getting back into it now. And I will definitely be sure to practice before I go afield. I still have my old bear Grizzly, 45#, re curve. It is a really fast shooting little bow. I also have a 50# bow that Eddie gave me that I would like to take a deer with. Maybe from my front porch in Montana, as it wends it's way through the turkeys
......Eddie you are more than welcome to get your Merriam's from my porch....
Wayne
