Thought I'd post this up for your enjoyment:
Was out shooting my bow yesterday evening. Hadn't shot a whole lot the past couple weeks and was about 30 arrows in and getting fatigued. As I was readying my final arrow at 70yds, my daughter came out to let me know supper was ready. Drew the bow, knew I was a bit shaky, then proceeded to slap the release like I haven't in a LONG time. Arrow flew about 3 feet high of where it should have, greetings my ears with an audible KLANK upon impact.
I assume it brushed a cedar branch over my target and would be destroyed on one of the many rocks in the embankment behind the target.
Upon searching for my arrow, I found this:
Was out shooting my bow yesterday evening. Hadn't shot a whole lot the past couple weeks and was about 30 arrows in and getting fatigued. As I was readying my final arrow at 70yds, my daughter came out to let me know supper was ready. Drew the bow, knew I was a bit shaky, then proceeded to slap the release like I haven't in a LONG time. Arrow flew about 3 feet high of where it should have, greetings my ears with an audible KLANK upon impact.
I assume it brushed a cedar branch over my target and would be destroyed on one of the many rocks in the embankment behind the target.
Upon searching for my arrow, I found this: