The Story of two 2011 Kids Hunting for a Cure events & St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital

By Rex Holmes Jr., CEO, Vapor Trail Scents LLC:

Rex, Brooks, and Ben

Author’s note: October 2011. In Illinois 32 kids and in Tennessee172 kids hunted with guides and were set-up for the most part on private land that had been donated for KHFAC to use. In addition, many individuals and organizations donated videographers to capture these priceless moments. Before this I had given to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital, Memphis, TN, but had never considered it one of my top charities. I looked at it as a huge conglomerate, but have since discovered how much St. Jude’s does for kids and their families. Although just one family is mentioned here, we met many other children who have been through treatments or are currently in treatment for cancer. Their spirits were amazing and touching.

In early October we went to Allendale, IL to participate in the Kids Hunting for a Cure event. KHFAC is a non-profit organization which provides financial support to research hospitals & foundations like St. Jude’s which are dedicated to developing cures for cancer and catastrophic childhood diseases. Monies are raised by children and adults through community-sponsored outdoor events designed for youth. Often, these hunts provide the only opportunity that many of these kids will ever have to fulfill their dream of harvesting a deer.

Prior to the event a friend had introduced me to Dave Norval, founder of KHFC. Super Dave shared his goals in creating Kids Hunting For A Cure: to expose kids to God’s great outdoors; help kids see that their disabilities don’t need to confine them and in the process raise money and awareness about childhood cancer and other life threatening diseases.

We knew prior to going to the Allendale hunt that we would be paired with St. Jude’s poster child, 10-yr old Benjamin Sherman. In 2008, Ben, from Jonesboro, AR, was diagnosed with t- cell leukemia which is not the most common form of leukemia. Ben spent five months living in Memphis at St Jude Children’s Research Hospital, and then spent the next two years traveling back and forth from his home to the hospital for weekly iv chemo, bone marrow tests, spinal taps and other necessary treatments. Even before meeting Ben I felt privileged to be asked to participate in such a worthwhile cause…meeting so many children, many with life threatening diseases, but their joy and enthusiasm at the opportunity to hunt was contagious. Ben, who is a triplet, came to the hunt with his brother Brooks, and mother Jackie.

On Saturday morning, sitting in a pop-up blind on the edge of a soybean field, we waited and waited, but did not see one deer. During that time, I used the opportunity to film Ben talking about his experience and St. Jude’s. He is a very smart young man who remembers everything to the date. Never once did Ben have anything negative to say. Even after all he had been through you could not make him say one bad thing about St. Jude’s or anyone at St. Jude’s. Until he became sick, Ben was an active child who loved anything outdoors. Ben’s love of hunting was further developed while at St. Jude’s. His mother explained that being confined to a hospital bed and taking so many drugs made Ben sick and weak. Since he couldn’t get outdoors, Ben would spend hours watching the hunting shows on TV and say I’d like to do that someday.

Ben and I went back out Saturday evening and Sunday morning. Before daylight on Sunday we did spot a deer, but never really got to see it. I knew that Ben was disappointed; he had been looking forward to this hunt. His brother Brooks did kill a coyote on Sunday morning. I hadhoped that both Ben and Brooks would get the opportunity to kill a deer. Prior to KHFAC, Ben’s neighbor had taken him hunting and he had killed a spike horn. From that experience, fueled by all the hunting shows, Ben was hooked. But Brooks had never gotten to shoot a deer before. Neither of their parents hunt, but are committed to finding opportunities for the boys to follow their passion of hunting.

A few weeks after the Illinois KHFAC event, another hunt was going to be held in Fayetteville, TN. I talked to Ben’s mother about a week before the event and she said Ben was very discouraged because he had not seen a deer in Illinois. A few days later one of the local guides for the TN hunt called to tell me he had been out to the property where Ben and I would be set up. He had seen 6 bucks that afternoon. I couldn’t wait to call Ben and relay the information to him. Everyone felt that there was a 99.99% chance that Ben would get his deer. I asked Ben if he was ready to go and he said, “definitely.”

En route to the TN hunt, the landowner, Hue, called and said he wanted to take us out to the property as soon as we dropped our stuff at the lodge (which was exceptional). Hue is a gracious gentleman who only lets the St. Jude’s kids hunt on his property. When we pulled into the property with him we immediately saw 3 does on our left and 2 really nice bucks eating acorns to the right. I videoed the bucks to show Ben and Brooks, to encourage them when we met up later.

Later that afternoon I took both Ben and Brooks out to the property for a sneak peek. On and near the property we saw about 21 deer total, many of them nice bucks. Needless to say, the boys were now pumped for this hunt.

Early Saturday morning Ben, Brooks, another guide (country musician, CJ Garton) and I

Ben and Brooks with their does

loaded up and headed out. Our “blind” was a small equipment lean-to that had been set up with a camo tarp for us. We had talked to the boys about waiting for “the” buck, but the first deer to come out was a doe. We had told them that the decision to shoot or wait would be theirs. I asked Ben what he wanted to do and he “definitely” wanted this doe. We eased Ben into position and when he pulled the trigger the deer hunched and back kicked and ran out of sight. I looked at the footage and it looked to be a good hit, so now it was Brooks’ turn. It didn’t take but about 30 minutes when 4 does came down the hill to the left. They were about 50 yards away. We got Brooks settled in for the shot. He made a couple of shots and downed his doe. One doe for each boy – they were elated. After finding the does and taking pictures we went back to the hunt headquarters. We were one of the first groups to check in with the game warden, but soon there was a line of trucks stretching through the fairgrounds out toward the gate waiting to check in. There were some nice 10 pt, 8 pts, 6 pts, etc., along with a lot of does killed that morning. It was a site you really had to see. The smiling faces of the kids said it all that morning.

Because Ben was discouraged from the IL hunt, he had originally wanted to come, hunt in the morning, then leave. However, the morning experience had definitely changed his mind. Ben and Brooks couldn’t wait to get back out that afternoon – they had bucks in their sites. That afternoon we were joined by a local businessman, Steve, who knew the property and just wanted to be there to watch the hunt unfold. He was under a piece of brown burlap to our left side, the four of us still under our camo “blind.” Steve could see further to the right than we could and we hadn’t been in the blind long when Steve said there was a respectable 8 pt coming in. We

asked Ben if he wanted to shoot it or wait, being the young man he is he definitely wanted to kill it. At 80 yards the buck was standing broadside, when Ben pulled the trigger. At the sound of the gun the buck hit the ground, jumped up, he was still able to stand, but I was sure Ben had made a fatal shot. Ben got nervous, so his next two shots were high, we told him to breathe, settle down, shoot lower, and pull the trigger. One shot later equaled one downed 8pt and one very happy boy.

We knew the buck was down, so we set up for Brook’s shot. Soon a spike, a small 6 pt and couple of 8 pts came through the trees, but we didn’t want to chance a shot. Soon an 8 pt came down. Although there was a spike standing to the right, slightly in front of him, he was broadside at 80 yards so we got Brooks set. Steve said there was a much larger buck coming out of the woods, so we asked Brooks what he wanted to do. Brooks immediately answered take the shot, “I want that one.” At the sound of the 243, the buck hit the ground. He was broke down but still trying to get up. We hurriedly took Brooks to about 10 yards to finish off his 8 pt.

A doe each in the morning, an 8 pt buck each in the evening was more than I had

Brooks and Ben with their Bucks

imagined or hoped for Ben and Brooks. One thing I know for sure was that God was there with us every minute. I captured the successful hunts of two very happy boys on video that day.

I can’t encourage hunters enough to take your kids or someone else’s kids hunting, or volunteer your time for a youth hunt. You will receive more blessings than you can ever imagine.

It’s true that kids say and do the funniest things and that last afternoon in Tennessee was no exception. Ben and Brooks never argued over who had the biggest doe or buck. However, they did argue that day about which buck had the biggest set.

Getting kids in the great outdoors is such a worthwhile endeavor. If you loved hunting before, the joy and enthusiasm these kids show will definitely be reward enough in its self. I received such a blessing from their resilient spirits. I can’t thank KHFAC enough for letting us be involved and giving us the opportunity to spend time with the Sherman’s. Their story is a tribute to the good work that St. Jude’s is doing to prevent, cure, and treat childhood cancer and catastrophic diseases.

The Impossible Shot

By: Heidi Bambach Sunday, March 4, 2012

On the ride to the woods, the silence between the father and his son seemed to be almost a physical thing. The emotional distance between them stretching beyond the cab. Not a word was spoken as they got their gear from the back of the truck. A nod from the boy told his father that he was ready to head out for the blind. Sadly, there was no reason for him to caution the boy about being quiet.

As the man and his son sat in the blind waiting for the sun to rise, the silence was still in place. They both wanted to be here, yet neither one wanted to be with the other. The teenage years had been rough so far, and the hormone wedge had been driven deeply between the two of them. Neither one knew how to talk to the other without it becoming a war of words, with tempers flaring and feelings being hurt. With times being what they are, the father was working long hard hours trying to make a paycheck every week that would make ends meet. There was never any time left to spend with the boy. And even when they were in the same room, they may as well have been on different planets. One wrong word, or one sideways glance would no doubt be taken the wrong way by his son. How he longed to sit and talk with his boy! His heart ached for the times when life was easier. When they played catch in the front yard, raced hotwheels on the living room floor, and laughed over silly jokes as they ate sandwiches together. That seemed a lifetime ago to the father.

As the boy began to see shapes emerge from the treeline, he knew that the deer were starting to return from feeding, and would soon be bedding down for the day in the safety of the woods. How he longed to feel safe again! It seemed as if he had lost his sense of security. The father who had always been there when he had questions, was no longer there at all. He was always working, and even volunteering to work extra hours. The boy felt that he was working so he wouldn’t have to spend time with him anymore. He felt almost abandoned by him, and remembered the wonderful times they used to have. The lazy Saturdays spent in the treehouse, the evenings where his dad would sit on the edge of his bed and talk with him about his day. They used to share secrets, the boy used to share his dreams and his fears.

Seeing a fawn off to the right, the father gently nudged the boy and slowly pointed that way. The boy slowly turned his head and looked. A small grin worked it’s way across the boys face, and his father felt a tug on his heart-this was the way he remembered his son! The elusive grin spread into a wide smile, and the boy turned and made eye contact with his father for the first time in weeks. And in that moment, they both felt a rush of emotion that was almost physical. This too was a place that held many happy memories. They had spent countless hours here over the years hunting squirrels and birds. The boy had sat with his father many weekends while they waited for a whitetail to walk within shooting distance. He had always ridden shotgun, while his dad had slain countless deer. They had tracked, gutted and dragged so many from these woods. The past few years however there was always something more important to do. And so hunting had taken a backseat. This year there had been a few guys at work talking about the Youth hunt, and he thought that maybe, just maybe he could try to reconnect with the boy on familiar ground. Away from all the distractions of life-no cell phones, no computer. No video games or other sullen teens.

With the first smile, came first a few words, then suddenly it seemed as if the floodgates had opened! The questions the boy had about his fathers long hours away from home were now answered as they whispered back and forth for the next several hours. The boy was able to tell his father about his friends-as well as a certain girl that he thought was very pretty! The mood became lighter, the smiles more animated. The past several months that had caused them to feel so distant, were wiped from the blackboard of life.

The rest of the day passed in a sea of whispered jokes, and a few quick sandwiches. Before they even realized it, the deer began to emerge from the trees to begin feeding for the night. The father carefully drew the boys attention to a young buck slowly feeding toward the edge of the field. He was a dandy little 6pt and was tracking to walk right in front of them at about 65yds. He was sitting to the left of his son, and the buck was coming from the right. He had his son slowly place his shotgun on the window sill, being careful to set it down gently. As the buck walked in front of the blind the boy felt his heart hammering in his chest. He could hear his fathers breathing grow faster beside him, as his excitement mounted as well. As he softly whispered words of encouragement to his son, he could see the boys hands begin to shake. He gently placed his hand over his sons, and told him he knew he could do this! To just take slow deep breathes and concentrate. The boy waited until the buck was right in front of the blind, and was nearly broadside. He slowly drew in one last breath, let it halfway out. Then, he let the Remington 20ga. roar! The sound in the blind was deafening, and even though he knew the shot was coming, the father still jumped at the blast. The buck immediately kicked high, then ran at full speed back towards the treeline. Suddenly, as if hitting the end of a rope, the buck snapped to a full stop, reeled sideways, and fell over onto the grass. He tried to stand, but the attempt merely prolonged the obvious-he was a dead deer!

The boy looked at his dad, as if not realizing what had just happened-his mouth hanging open in disbelief. The father, knowing that it was over for the buck let out a giant war whoop and clasped the boy to him. The hug removed the final brick from the wall, and both father and son began to cry. Tears of joy, tears of relief, tears of love. After several moments they stopped, laughed, and got ready to go to where the buck lay on the woodline. As they neared the fallen buck, the boy again began to cry. His father took him into his arms, and told him how proud he was of him, and how blessed he was to be his father. They both stood there holding each other for what seemed an eternity, finally pulling back with silly grins on their faces. They turned to the buck lying on the ground, and the boy lifted the rack in his hands. He looked up to the sky, as he had always seen his father do, and said a prayer of thanks for a good clean kill. As the father watched the scene before him, he knew that he was seeing the boy become a man. He knew that they were going to be alright, that he had done a good job raising him. As the boy looked at his father, he saw the pride in his eyes, and knew that he was loved and that things were okay now. He understood so much more than he had when they left the dark house earlier that morning.

They tagged and then gutted the buck. And as they dragged him from the woods there was again a silence between them. But this time, it was an easy silence. They had worked as a team. And after the buck was loaded they began the ride home. This time however, the cab of the truck was alive with laughter and warm chatter as they relived the hunt moment by moment. They both felt a renewed sense of love and respect for the other, and the father knew that this Youth hunt was what they had both needed. Time alone, time together just to unwind and get back to nature and the simpler things in life. It was a day that neither one of them would ever forget.

Well let me start by saying I have had a few outdoor scary moments in my life. There are three that stand out like they just happened yesterday. I will use this prompt for at least two other posts. Here I will tell you about my first outdoor scary.

My first outdoor scary occurred when I was around 12 years old my cousin Daylon, my aunt Pam and I were out riding around the pasture one night in search of rabbits. We were in an old 46 model Willis Jeep. I was sitting in the bed of the Jeep perched on top of a 55 gallon drum and leaning up against the roll bar. My grandpa had told us not to go into the back field in the pasture, and guess where we ended up going??? You got it in the back field where we were not supposed to be. We started out across the field going some where in the neighborhood around 30 mph (way too fast) we hit a big pot hole and I was ejected from the Jeep. After I bounced up an out, I landed flat on my back which knocked the wind out of me. (any of you that have ever had that happen knows how much fun that is) any who after watching the taillights of the jeep driving away and trying to call out to them and NOT being able to I realized I could be in a pretty bad situation.

My first thoughts were that I was going to die anyone that has had the wind knocked out of them has experienced the joy of not being able to take your next breath. NOT FUN! My next thought was I was going to end up as coyote food not a pretty picture for a kid. As my aunt and cousin continued to drive away I could hear them talking to me as if I were still in the Jeep after not answering for a while they realized I was gone. I saw the brake lights come on at the edge of the field at least 400 yards away then I thought great they are coming back for me and they did.

However that was just as scary for me as anything else! Instead of turning around and coming back they just threw the jeep in reverse and started back in my direction. Then I thought great they are going to run me over, as it was pitch dark and there were no back up lights on the jeep. I laid on the ground trying to regain some composure from the bumps, bruises, and no oxygen. TRYING MY BEST TO SCREAM AT THEM TO STOP and no words coming out. The Jeep screeched to a halt within what seemed like inches of me. Well of course I survived it but it scared the HECK out of me! We of course laugh about this today and I am grateful that I was not seriously injured just some bumps and bruises and an innate fear of being perched on something in the back of a Jeep.

Like any type of hunting there are several key ingredients for success. In turkey hunting scouting and studying the habits of the wild turkey are keys to your success. If you know where a gobbler roosts, where he struts and his favorite places to feed, calling him in can be relatively easy. But remember just because you know these things, does not mean the ol’ long beard will cooperate. It only means you have done your homework and have improved your odds.

Now for finding the birds I personally like to find them after thy have gone to roost. For me this is relatively easy by using a call (crow call, owl call, or sometimes I just whistle real loud) and I try to get them to respond by what is known as a “shock gobble”. After I have found the turkey on the roost I will set my self up the next morning far enough away as to not push the birds somewhere else. I will observe them coming off of the roost and watch them for as long as I can and try to pattern them.

For the deer hunter trying to convert to turkey hunter remember these animals just like deer are going to have staging areas. The examples I can use are the fields they are going to strut in. To the staging area where they are going to go to roost and then where they are going to fly down from their roost. So if you can locate these staging areas you are on your way to success.

Turkey on Roost

Now for all of you fall deer hunters that have encountered very large flocks of turkey in your hunting area this fall. Do not count on them being there this spring. I hunt a little place down in south Texas and my best friend and I always kid around that the turkey have packed their bags and left for the winter. We have no turkey in the fall on that place. This has also been my experience all over Texas. Some areas only hold birds in the spring while others may only hold them in the winter.

Turkey Poop

Now in my opinion the best time to start scouting for turkey is while you are out shed hunting. Usually while you are out doing this it is the later part of the fall and into early spring so it coincides nicely with preseason turkey scouting. Now when you are out scouting you may see groups of hens and toms. Even if you don’t actually see the animals look for sign. Looks for tracks, scat and feathers. Tom tracks are going to be about 4.5 inches in length. Tom scat is going to J shaped hen scat will be a rounded blob. I like to find out where the hens are hanging out because I know for sure, just like a doe ol’ henny penny needs a boy friend sooner or later. Good luck and hope you bag your long beard.

1. I have a new “OEC” segment with Rex Holmes Jr. and the Vapor Maker.
2. I will have the follow up post to Tuning up for Turkey.

Well we have built an AR-15 this one for Matthew’s Grandfather. If you are interested in a blow by blow from start to finish. I plan on doing that in a future post to show how we go from a stripped lower to a complete rifle.

My son at the bench with the new AR

Our stripped Lower

My son and I have been dabbling in gun building and gun smithing for some time now. I have another post in the works for the repurposing of an old worn out Remington 870. These things are not too difficult if you have decent mechanical skills. I have been building engines and transmissions for over 20 years so the guns are an easy leap for me.

Most of the tools and lower parts kit

Our completed lower

Our completed AR-15

I enjoy the utility purpose of firearms even though I am primarily a bow hunter. I enjoy sitting at the bench and seeing how I am able to improve on my accuracy. Just like a bow I enjoy firearms because of the opportunity to be able to get outside.

I just thought it appropriate to repost this today.

An anti-gun group (NGAC) is attempting to organize a nationwide Valentine’s Day boycott of Starbucks over the coffee chain’s gun policy.

NGAC CEO Elliot Fineman said in a news release. “Open and conceal and carry are among the reasons there are 12,000 gun homicides each year in the U.S.  If we had England’s gun laws we would expect 375 gun homicides each year—97% less than we have. England’s gun laws are based on protecting public safety, ours on maximizing sales for the gun industry.”

What Mr. Fineman fails to realize is that we have the constitutional right to bear arms. The revolutionary war in 1776 insured we did not have to follow England’s laws. Starbucks policy is merely a reflection of our 2^nd amendment rights.

Starbucks Policy:

While we deeply respect the views of all our customers, Starbucks long-standing approach to this issue remains unchanged.  We comply with local laws and statutes in all the communities we serve.  That means we abide by the laws that permit open carry in 43 U.S. states.  Where these laws don’t exist, openly carrying weapons in our stores is prohibited.  The political, policy and legal debates around these issues belong in the legislatures and courts, not in our stores.

The National Gun Victim’s Action Council (NGAC) says that Starbucks policy amounts to a pro-gun policy.

So Tuesday, February 14, 2012 Valentines Day I urge you to go into Starbucks and wish them a Happy Valentines Day. I will save my pennies so I can visit my local Starbucks and buy a grande caramel macchiato.

Debra K. Donahue has won the beautiful Colt Damascus knife. Congrats Debra!

Debra K. Donahue is the winner!

Throughout the years one of my favorite species of critters to chase through the woods is the three-toed variety. The Turkey! Now I know everyone that I know that hunts with a bow and arrow would love to get one with archery tackle. It is in my opinion one of the hardest animals to hunt with a bow.

Turkey hunting with a bow is great fun!

Now I have been chasing these three-toed critters all over Texas with both my shotgun and bow for well over 25 years now. I have guided friends, family and clients to varying degrees of success. With a shotgun in hand and turkey on the property it is a forgone conclusion so with that being said. My favorite turkey hunts have been with stick and string. These have also been the most difficult yet most rewarding. My post I hope is informative and helpful to some of the bow hunters that are out there.

The thing to remember is that turkeys can see in vivid color and if you are not well hidden you will get busted and away they will go either doing the turkey trot or in flight. This post is going to focus on where to shoot them. This is going to be a three part series. “where to shoot them” , “How to find em and hide from them”, and “How to Call em”.

Your archery tackle that you use for any other big game animals will do just fine. I use my 125gr fixed blade broad heads nothing fancy here. Hunting turkey like any other game animal with bow and arrow boils down to shot placement. Shot placement is in my opinion one of the most critical factors in a successful turkey hunt. Without precise shot placement your recovery of your trophy gobbler is almost impossible.

In my opinion the most devastating shot is through the base of the neck at the bottom of their wattles. This ensures a quick humane kill and easy recovery if you hit this spot the majority of the time they merely lop over where they once stood.

Base of neck through their wattles

Now this first shot is easier said then done if you have any experience hunting turkey you know their head seems like it is attached to a swivel and is almost always in motion. Not only that; their eyes are facing you and if you blink the wrong way the jig is up. “PUT PUT” and away they go.

Right through the "back door"

This second shot for bow hunters is probably one of the easier ones to pull off. Shoot them right through their vent…. yes that is right, right through the back door. In my opinion this will help the new turkey hunters with the bow in a couple of ways one is the turkey is facing away from you and less likely to pick you up. The other is it actually gives you a spot to aim at.

Through the base of their wing

Our third shot we will discuss is through the base of the wing broad side. Now this truly needs to be a broad side shot in my opinion… not slightly quartering away like a white tail or other game but truly broad side. If you take this shot and the animal is not completely broadside your chance of recovery diminishes and the chance of merely wounding an animal goes way up.

Finally I will give you hopefully a few more words of wisdom that will help you in your pursuit of your trophy long beard. Bow hunting turkey contrary to shot gun hunting for turkey I like my “Tom” to be on strut when I shoot him. This gives me almost a true horizontal plane through his vitals. Where as if I am shooting a turkey with a shotgun I like his neck extended. See the last image for a better explanation. Also turkey do not seem to jump the string like other game animals. So if you are up to a great challenge this spring don’t put your bow away just yet start tuning for turkey. Practice your shots and keep reading my post’s as I will try and help you prepare for some fun and adventure. Good luck bagging your gobbler!

These are all acceptable shots on turkey

Have you ever heard the old adage if it’s not broke don’t fix it? Well that is what this post is about. After being in the automotive repair business for as long as I have you become a little jaded to all of the new fangled gadgets and gizmos that come out every year to improve performance and fuel economy. To say the least you are exposed to a lot of nonsense. So before I digress into a totally different subject, I was speaking to a young man the other day and he asked me what kind of arrows I shot. Not knowing that my mental capacity was going to be challenged I told him.

Taken with 2413 XX78 Easton 125gr. Thunderhead

I told him exactly what I shot…….. I shoot a 2413 XX78 tipped with a 125gr. Thunderhead out of 62lb. compound bow. Well he looked at me like I was a martian! He said “you shoot fixed blade broad heads on aluminum arrows???? Why in the world do you do that?”

Well I thought about it for a second and told him what I will tell you. Easton the arrow manufacturer has been doing this a very long time, 90 years now and I trust their brand. I also told him I have shot a number of other arrows throughout the years and have always returned to the easton aluminums. I don’t want to sound like a stodgy old man but Easton has been doing this for a lot longer than anyone else. My opinion is Easton is the gold standard of arrows. That also goes without saying NAP Thunderheads in my opinion are the gold standard in broadheads…… they work 100% of the time. By that I mean I do not have to worry about their terminal performance and wether or not my broadhead will open correctly.

Easton XX78 2413 125gr. Thunderhead

So my opinion is this if you want quality, accuracy, and confidence in what you shoot do your research and buy what best suits your needs. I can tell you that throughout the years I have never been disappointed in the performance out of my Easton aluminum arrows. I can not say that about some of their competitors though. This is my opinion that is the great thing about blogging you are entitled to have one. If your opinion differs so be it; I won’t beat you up over it.

The set up I shoot is not broken so I do not plan on fixing it. It has served me well year in and year out. So I intentionally drowned out the noise and nonsense that this arrow or that broadhead is going to make me a better hunter and I shoot what I do for the sake of knowing it works. I also know no matter what you shoot nothing will make YOU a better hunter…….. the fact is only you can do that through practice. A poorly placed shot is just that regardless of what you shoot.

Same arrow set up