Guest Author: Battleborn Wildlife
I let my arrow fly and heard it connect with the tank. He jumped and stood perfectly still. Sherman had no idea what had just happened. The arrow made a clean pass through that connected with lungs. The perfectly–placed shot had left Sherman wobbling. Not wanting to leave anything to chance, I wanted to get another arrow in him. I crept around a tree, and he turned into another shooting lane. I drew and sent another arrow flying. It was perfect.