Yes, Eastmans is all about hunting success stories. But we all know that for every success, there is a lot of failure. Lets hear some of these stories. By the way this is for nothing more than a laugh.
I'll go first.
During hunting season of 2015, I was invited to go archery turkey hunting on this guys property, it was about ten acres and was mostly field. The land owner told me "If you set your blind up on the edge of my property the turkey will land right in front of you and you should get you a big one in no time."
I followed the land owners instructions with out much thought and about five minutes after sunrise the turkey started flying from their roost and landing fifteen to twenty five yards in front of me. I target practice with my bow at about 40 and can do a pretty decent group so it was a good shot.
I rose and drew my arrow back and my calf (pants soaked through with water) touched this little red string that the land owner neglected to tell me about. It turned out that this little red string was his still energized electric fence used to keep cows out. The electricity arced from my calf, to my butt cheek, to my shoulder blade and finally ending in my wrist gripping my bow. Needless to say I missed by about 30 feet in the air and a I didn't count how many yards passed the turkeys. The entire flock scattered, the land owner nearly fell off his tractor laughing so hard and I spent about three times as long looking for my stray arrow then I ever did hunting.
I'm still on pretty good terms with this land owner but now I avoid electric fences.
I'll go first.
During hunting season of 2015, I was invited to go archery turkey hunting on this guys property, it was about ten acres and was mostly field. The land owner told me "If you set your blind up on the edge of my property the turkey will land right in front of you and you should get you a big one in no time."
I followed the land owners instructions with out much thought and about five minutes after sunrise the turkey started flying from their roost and landing fifteen to twenty five yards in front of me. I target practice with my bow at about 40 and can do a pretty decent group so it was a good shot.
I rose and drew my arrow back and my calf (pants soaked through with water) touched this little red string that the land owner neglected to tell me about. It turned out that this little red string was his still energized electric fence used to keep cows out. The electricity arced from my calf, to my butt cheek, to my shoulder blade and finally ending in my wrist gripping my bow. Needless to say I missed by about 30 feet in the air and a I didn't count how many yards passed the turkeys. The entire flock scattered, the land owner nearly fell off his tractor laughing so hard and I spent about three times as long looking for my stray arrow then I ever did hunting.
I'm still on pretty good terms with this land owner but now I avoid electric fences.