fiend
16-02-08, 06:21 PM
Well, I was going to post this under the funny stories, but it is more a silly one!! I am back at Cobar at the moment and I took a mate out for a hunt, he is a recurve shooter with a few kills under his belt. Our destination was death ridge….
The goaties are very spread out at the moment due to the excellent season, with much feed and water around. But this old spot always comes up trumps. The billies have reappeared there, and are silly in rut!! We soon saw some billies harassing a nanny. We stalked up to within 30m, although the wind granted no favours. It was my turn first, but I realised that I had left my quiver in the car!!! I thought that the bow was easy to carry! OH SO SAD, A billy in front of me and no arsenal!! I could have cried. I was relieved when my friend produced a carbon for me from his quiver of woods; I thought I’d give it a go. Well, with arrow on string I moved in to 20m and gave the General its second kill. Don’t know what weight that carbon was, but it flew true in a heart shot. He was down within 10m. Not a big fella but still good fun
As soon as the other billies realised that the biggest of them was down, they took off after the nanny……… No respect for their elders at all! We went to the fallen goatie, and were inspecting him when I said to my mate, quick, put an arrow on your string, and turn around ready to shoot. He was a little surprised, but did as suggested. There was a billy running up to us like a fox to the whistle! OH silly goatie, even when my friend turned and drew his Checkmate to full draw the billy did not stop. I snorted at him and he stopped 15m away, looking quite astounded. He received an arrow from the recurve! That’s what you get when testosterone rules you!!
Be careful fellas!!!!!!!! :P
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The goaties are very spread out at the moment due to the excellent season, with much feed and water around. But this old spot always comes up trumps. The billies have reappeared there, and are silly in rut!! We soon saw some billies harassing a nanny. We stalked up to within 30m, although the wind granted no favours. It was my turn first, but I realised that I had left my quiver in the car!!! I thought that the bow was easy to carry! OH SO SAD, A billy in front of me and no arsenal!! I could have cried. I was relieved when my friend produced a carbon for me from his quiver of woods; I thought I’d give it a go. Well, with arrow on string I moved in to 20m and gave the General its second kill. Don’t know what weight that carbon was, but it flew true in a heart shot. He was down within 10m. Not a big fella but still good fun
As soon as the other billies realised that the biggest of them was down, they took off after the nanny……… No respect for their elders at all! We went to the fallen goatie, and were inspecting him when I said to my mate, quick, put an arrow on your string, and turn around ready to shoot. He was a little surprised, but did as suggested. There was a billy running up to us like a fox to the whistle! OH silly goatie, even when my friend turned and drew his Checkmate to full draw the billy did not stop. I snorted at him and he stopped 15m away, looking quite astounded. He received an arrow from the recurve! That’s what you get when testosterone rules you!!
Be careful fellas!!!!!!!! :P
http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb101/fiend-71/backatcobar003.jpg