"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat." ---Theodore Roosevelt 1910

Friday, January 10, 2014

Murphy's Law

 
 
145" 9pt.

 
 
30yds.
 
I was a foot low ???
 
 

 
      There he is!... He's comin in!... I quit checking out his headgear and mentally prepare for the shot while he takes his sweet time entering the turnip plot. My buddy Gene is with me in the blind, he ranges him for me at 30 yds while also running the camera. He's broadside now...I finally draw, settling my 30yd pin right behind his shoulder. The arrow is on its way, but the bright red Lumenok in the photo above tells the painful story.

                          Murphy's Law states- If anything can go wrong will go wrong.

    I was shooting a brand new PSE bow with one of the most popular drop-away rests on the market QAD. I have shot hundreds of arrows this year without a single equipment malfunction. Well my rest let me down on the one arrow I needed it to work. It failed to drop-away upon firing. The arrow's vanes hit the upright launcher since it didn't fall, causing the arrow's flight to be misdirected and hit way low. We replaced the broken plastic launcher the next morning and I shot it several times at the Gel-del buck with out another mishap. We decided to go out again that afternoon.


 
 
 
 
 
 
     After licking my wounds...I climbed back inside my blind for the last evening of my Ohio hunt. Right at dusk, this 5 year old buck Gene named "Pitchfork" was right in front of us. This management buck has been on the property for over three years but nobody has seen him yet in person... only in trail cam pics. This time my equipment worked fine, figures. As he was quartered away, I drilled him.
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