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Published by Suttle1976 on 08 Apr 2008

A New Start At An Old Hobby

I was first bitten by the archery bug when I was 14 years old. Me and my best friend both got new bows one Christmas. I received a Hoyt Raider that I loved until someone told me it was considered “Youth”  bow. The bow was great but I was not a youth I 14 years old and knew everything.  I must have shot every day, in every spare minute for three years straight. I had that little bow cranked down all the way and was getting every bit of 60 pound out of it. My accuracy was dead on up to 40 yards and I could keep a pattern so tight that even the old guys that worked at the indoor range where we shot were impressed. AS time went on I meet a girl and she was the farthest thing from a “youth” model I had ever seen. So needless to say my bow shooting days slowly faded out. I always keep an interest in archery and would go take a look at the bows every time I was at the sporting goods store and told my self “One day”. So here I am 31 years old and that day has finally come. Oh but how things have changed. Technology has really pushed the sport to new levels and the bows that have evolved are highly tuned and can be adjusted to fit anyone and any type of shooting style. Even with all the changes the one thing that remains is the feeling you get when you shoot a bow and hit your mark. The total control, the fact that what you put into the bow is what you get out. I am sure that this is the same feeling that native Americans got when they shot their bows for food or just to shoot. Its not the type of bow or how fast it shoots or weather it is a “youth” model or not, these thing can help but the feeling is all the same from the youngster at summer camp who puts one in the yellow for the first time to the professional hunter taking down wild game season after season. Once you get that feeling weather for the first time or the hundredth time you know what archery is all about and why it has stood the test of time. So you will be happy to know that I bought a new bow last week and can’t wait to get out their and start shooting all over again.

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Published by poorman on 07 Apr 2008

Hunting: The Complete Package

     It was still three hours before sunrise, but I was out of bed and getting prepared for the morning hunt. Even though I had not slept a wink the night before, I was fully charged and ready to go. I had looked forward to this moment since the last day of the season the prior year. Just being out in the woods this time of year was enough to get my adrenaline going. There is nothing more beautiful than a woodlot in early to mid October. Fully camouflaged from head to toe, I was almost ready. As I sat there pulling up my knee-high boots (camouflaged of course), I couldn’t help but wonder how this day would turn out. Would it be an eventful morning or would I come home empty handed? After finishing my morning cup of coffee and loading my gear into the truck, I drove to the woods where I would be spending the next five hours.

     When I arrived, I still had one hour before sunrise, wich gave me plenty of time to get to my stand and get set up for the morning hunt. I unloaded my bow from its case, took out my flashlight and started the twenty minute walk to my stand. As I started the walk I thought to myself about how much everything looks the same in the woods when it is dark and how easy it would be to get turned around and become lost. I wondered how the pioneers did it without the flashlights or reflective markers that we use today. Trying to be as quiet as I possibly could, I ventured on. Nearing my stand, I again wondered how things would go. Had I picked the right spot? Had my previous scouting trips payed off? Would I see the deer of my dreams? Would everything come together and make this the perfect day? I had waited nine months for this day to arrive and I had butterflies in my stomach just thinking about the morning to come.

     Well here I am at the tree where my stand is placed. The stand that I have put in this tree is a twenty by eighteen inch steel platform that is attached to the tree with a log chain and adjustable straps. It is twenty feet above the ground with steel steps screwed into the tree at various intervals to allow me to climb to the top. It is cold and uncomfortable, but I think its a good trade off for what I am getting in return. While I am tying my bow to the rope that is hanging from my stand, an owl lets out a screech from above and nearly scares the living daylights out of me! After regaining my composure, I slowly begin my climb up the tree to where I would be spending the rest of my morning. On my way up, the owl decides he doesn’t like the company and noisily flies away to find a different perch. After reaching the top I fasten my safety belt and pull my bow up to where I am perched. The sun is just beginning to break the tops of the trees on the east end of the woods. My God! What a beautiful sight! This is a whole different world than it was just a short hour ago. The orange hue of the sun lightly reflecting off of the red and orange leaves couldn’t have been painted any prettier by Rembrandt himself. The morning dew was sprinkled across everything in sight and when the sun hit it, it sparkled like a field full of diamonds. This is truly one of God’s gifts to mankind. After enjoying the view I settled in for the hunt to come.

     It wouldn’t be long now, I thought. This is prime time. The next hour will be when it all happens, when all my hard work pays off. The sun is above the trees now, the darkness is gone. I can feel the warmth of the sun on my face, and I think to myself there is no other place in the whole world I would rather be on an early October morning. All the leaves are changing colors, most of the weeds are dead or dying, the birds are chirping and the squirrels are chattering. This is what makes it all worthwhile. All the work that goes into making this morning happen. All the sore muscles from carrying in the stand and getting it in place. All the complaints from my wife on how all I ever think about is hunting. To me its all worth it.

     My eyes are peeled and my ears are open just waiting to get a glimpse or hear a footstep of an approaching deer. After all, that’s what I am here for, isn’t it? After an hour or so it happens- I hear a twig snap in the leaves behind me! Could it be him? Could it be the buck of a lifetime? My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my eyes. My pulse is racing a mile a minute as I reach for my bow. This is it, I think to myself. Stay calm. Don’t be nervous. Don’t rush the shot. You have practiced all summer to be able to make a quick, clean kill. All these things are rushing through my mind as I slowly turn around so I can be in the perfect position for the shot to come. As I get turned all the way around and start scouring the woods in front of me for the approaching deer, it is then that I see what is making the noise in the leaves. It’s a nice eight point buck following a doe and they are headed straight for my stand. If they continue coming this way I would have the perfect broadside shot. The closer they got, the harder my heart would beat. Two more steps and the buck would be in the perfect spot for a double lung shot. Those two steps semed to take an eternity! Just then he made the last of those steps, I raised and drew my bow. I could see the razor sharp broadhead on the end of my arrow and I started envisioning it slicing through the buck’s lungs. In the little amount of time that it took me to draw my bow I had forgotten one thing- the doe! Just as I came to full draw she spotted my movement and let out a snort that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The buck and I both knew this was an alarm call and it didn’t take him any time at all to vacate the area with the doe trailing right behind him. With my heart still pounding, I watched them run farther and farther into the woods with every passing second. Finally I settled back into my seat and tried to slow my pulse rate down, before I keeled over with a heart attack! That was a rush that no drug could ever induce. I dont think there was anything in the world that could have made me feel any more alive than that thirty-second scenario that just took place.

     The rest of the morning was uneventful, except for the appearance of a red fox and a few squirrels. The birds are always there keeping me company and singing their songs. Before long, it is 11 a.m. and time to go home. Discouraged and tired, I once again tie my bow to the rope and lower it to the ground from my perch in the tree. As I am walking to my truck, I again take notice at what a beautiful place the woods can be.

     On my short drive home, I can’t help but think that I had an unsuccessful morning. Here I am, going home without a deer in the back of my truck or any blood on my hands. If that doe hadn’t seen me that buck would have been mine. Then it hits me like a slap in the face – that isn’t the only  reason I hunt. I should be ashamed of myself. I had just experienced what many people never get a chance to in their lifetime. Seeing those beautiful animals in that gorgeous setting is one of the most amazing things there is. Just being able to be there and enjoy the sights, smells, and the sounds of the outdoors had made this morning’s hunt a success. After all, I didn’t need to kill anything to make this a memorable and enjoyable experience – it already was! If a person hunts just to kill, he or she is missing the best part of the hunt. It’s not just the kill that makes this sport enjoyable, it’s all the events that lead up to it that really make it a complete package. If I subtracted all the events that led up to and followed the actual kill, I would have some very short and boring hunting memories.



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Published by Kelly Johnson on 07 Apr 2008

Venison 101. An overview for beginners

Hey ya’ll. I’ve been cooking professionally for over 20 years now and thought I’d pass along some tips that may help get the most enjoyment after you tag the big one

First we’ll talk about Venison.

Vension is lean. Made even leaner by the fact that the fat is not pleasurable at all because it coagulates at a much lower temp than farm raised animals.
What that means is if you add venison fat to a sausage recipe when you eat it and take a drink….it turns to vaseline in your mouth. So….trim all the fat off. We can add a more palatable fat later.

There are 2 major factors in how your animal will taste inherently.
1. Diet.
A Whitetail from the Rocky Mountians that lives in big woods will have a very different flavor profile than one from the agro region in Illinois for example.

2. Processing.
How the animal was killed and handled during butchering. I’ll do butchering later if there’s interest so for now let’s just say gut it, skin it and cool it as quickly as possible

Next let’s break these up into 2 parts.
Texture. How tough, tender, stringy etc…physical traits in mouth feel, “bite” and texture
Flavor. Gaminess, piney or sagey-ness etc

The “whys”

The older the animal and/or rougher the terrain the tougher it’ll be.

The harder the muscle works, the tougher the meat will be.

The leaner the diet, the tougher it will be. The more protien rich, the more tender.

The “Fresher” the tougher. Letting an animal hang or age properly goes a long way in tenderizing it through natural enzymes breaking down the tough connective tissue. I recommend 7-14 days for a whole carcass depending on age and size at around 41 degrees.

The thinner, the more tender. The thicker the tougher. Thin slices off a roast or raw meat sliced and pounded thin (like scallopine) before cooking will always work.

The “Hows”

1.Don’t Boil it. Don’t boil it…don’t boil it!
Boiling meat is a great way to waste time and ruin meat. SIMMER! Tiny bubbles! Simmer has the heat without the agitation. Bring it to a boil and QUICKLY lower the heat to low simmer. As low as you can get it and still get a bubble every 2-3 seconds. Cover it and cook till tender…1.5-4 hrs depending on size.

2.Use liquid….wine, stock, broth, water, beer etc. Not submerged in it but a couple inches in the bottom will help keep it moist and cook evenly.

3. Add fat.Drape raw bacon over the top before you put the lid on, rub a little butter on top the last 2-3 minutes of cooking etc. This will all but gaurantee it be moist and not dry out.

Thinner cuts and steaks

1. Don’t overcook it. Medium rare to medium will be most tender.

2. Don’t boil it! If you start with thin slices for salisbury steak or something when you add the stock or gravy…simmer.

3. Pound it or jaccard it. (Search Jaccard…great tool for the wild game chef and well worth the $ IMO) Pounding with a meat mallet or jaccarding breaks down the connective tissue by force.

4. Marinate it. I’m not a big fan of marination in general but it does help a little. Acid is the tenderizer…(it’s the vinegar in italian dressing )


The coppery, bloody, “gamey” flavor can be offset by a myriad of ingredients.
Acids and sugars mask it well but you may need to add a fat to offset the acid….which works out well becasue it’s generally so lean the fat will help with mouth feel and “roundness” anyway.

Examples of acidic ingredients are…
Vinegars (Balsamic is great or apple cider maybe)
Fruits. Currants, blueberries, cranberries, cherries, raisins etc.

If you want to test this take your standard venison tenderloin and cook half in a hot pan with whatever gravy you use or sauce you make. Now add 1/2 Tbsp of red wine vinegar to your sauce and taste it again. You’ll see what I mean.

Now the straight vinegar goes a long way. Just a touch in the sauce. If you add too much a little sugar will help even it out and add a litt ebutter or oil to smooth it over. I’ll often mix Cider Vin and Sugar and cook till it’s a syrup and keep that around the kitchen in a small bottle to add as I need it.

Now unless you like sweet and sour everything you may need to smooth some of them out with a little fat. Add a little pat of butter to the sauce at the end maybe or a drizzle of GOOD olive oil where it fits will round these out and bring the flavors to the meat instead of having the meat overpower everything else.

Here’s the theories at work
Venison loin with Chocolate Balsamic, Baby root vegetables and Horseradish sprouts.
Venison Loin

Well that’s all pretty generic stuff and I hope it gives a little insight and maybe help someone enjoy their kill a little bit more.

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Published by djohns13 on 07 Apr 2008

Two for two times two

A perfect fall 2006 morning saw me out with my nephew for a whitetail hunt.  My nephew, Jake, is an accomplished bowhunter who has harvested several deer and whom I feel safe and confident being in the woods with.  It appeared to be a great morning to be out and I was nervous with anticipation.  As the morning wore on, however, my anticipation turned to frustration as the woods seemed completely dead.  Not even the pesky squirrels were out and about.  Late in the morning, I decided to give Jake a call to set up a deer drive on the other end of the property.  Just as I was ready to dial his number, I saw two deer moving toward Jake’s stand.  Within seconds I heard the release of a bowstring and the sounds of chaos as the two deer bolted.  One headed directly toward me and got within about forty yards before slowing down.  Its beautiful head started to droop before it collapsed on the forest floor.  In a matter of seconds, a frustrating hunt had turned fruitful as my nephew had collected the first doe of the season.  To make things even better, Jake’s wife Janna was within days of delivering their firstborn, a beautiful baby girl who would be named Annie.  A freezer stocked with deer meat would do their young family a world of good.

The second doe had headed off a different direction but was circling back toward Jake’s doe.  Slowly it edged up to the doe and sniffed the arrow entry wound.  Then she raised her leg and kicked the dead doe three times as if trying to wake her up.  Seeing that the doe wasn’t going to move, the second doe began wandering away but closer to my location.  Within moments she was standing quartering away in an open shooting lane thirty two yards away.  My aim and release felt perfect but I heard a loud thud as the arrow sped toward the target.  My heart sunk as I thought I must have hit a previously undetected tree limb in mid-flight.  At the sound, the doe bolted away from me eliminating any ability to get a second shot.  As I watched her I noticed that her tail was held straight down rather than flagging alarm and I began to wonder if I had hit her after all.    In a few seconds I was astonished to see her go down, only about twenty five yards from the point of impact.  My legs got weak as I began to realize that my apparent miss was indeed dead on the mark and two freezers were going to be stocked with tender nutritious doe meat.

Fast forward to pre-rut 2007, and the deer hunting had been hard and frustrating.  The weather had been very uncooperative and EHD had thinned the herd earlier in the fall.  I had done my tree time and had enjoyed it for the most part but had yet to take a shot.  In fact, I had yet to see a buck of any time when I had a bow in my hand.

It was well before dawn when Jake and I slipped into our stands.  Jake was in a permanent stand that had been a proven performer over the past several years.  I had recently changed my stand location as the old location had seen next to no activity due to the drought.  I had little idea how the new location would pan out, but I knew the change was overdue and the activity raised my hopes.

As dawn arrrived, the chill of the morning was attacking me with full force.  Toes, ears and fingers were beginning to protest their suffering when I heard movement behind me.  Turning slowly I saw a yearling doe making her way within 5 yards of my tree.  Given the lack of results my season had seen so far, I was thinking about harvesting her when I noticed that she kept looking back over her shoulder.  Hoping she was looking for a trailing buck I let her go and she slowly moved on toward Jake’s stand.  Within seconds, more noise caught my attention and I turned to see a respectable eight pointer headed my way fast along the doe’s trail.  Knowing he was on a mission and wouldn’t slow down on his own, I doe called him but he didn’t notice.  As he ran practically right under my stand, I called again, this time much louder.  Again, he made no notice of me.  Knowing he would be out of range in mere seconds, I stood up and yelled “Stop”!  He slammed on the brakes and looked around trying to identify the sound.  As I swung the bow around to take aim, he headed off again in the direction of his potential mate.  I watched him disappear into the brush as I kicked myself for not doing more to stop him sooner.  A few minutes later the cell phone rang and Jake excitedly told me that he had just taken the eight pointer, his biggest to date.  He told me that we was actually ready to take the shot on the yearling doe when the buck caught up to her and he was able to swing around and take a good shot on the buck.  Less than fifty yards later the buck piled up and Jake’s season had taken a dramatic upward turn.

I was very excited for Jake and was happy that he had connected with the biggest so far, but was also letting myself get downhearted about my season.  I love being in the woods for any reason but not seeing many deer in my honey hole was taking its toll.  I continued survey the woods around when I noticed movement behind some trees to my right.  Slowly I figured out that is was an ear flipping and out walked one of the biggest does I have ever seen.  Her body looked every bit as big as the eight pointer and her long nose and sagging belly gave her away as one of the matriarchs of the woods.  She was slowly moving along the same path as the earlier deer had and would surely pass within feet of my tree.  My plan was to wait until she passed me and then stand to try to take a quartering away shot.  It seemed perfect until she saw my breath 18 feet up in the air!  I was shocked as she started stomping and blowing, alerting the entire woods to the trespasser in the tree.  Helplessly I sat as she passed the alert on throughout the woods.  If only I could have held my breath!  Finally she had seen enough and turned to trot away.  As she did, I stood and raised my bow in hopes of getting the shot.  About thirty yards away, she slowed down and turned to look back at me.  Luckily I was ready and the shot was true,  She bolted through the brush and ran approximately one hundreds yards, dead away from where my vehicle was parked, before going down.  As I sat back down, the reality of both of us scoring on the same day in the same woods two years in a row begin to sink in. 

As it turned out, Jake’s buck ran away from the vehicle as well but after a long, hard drag back to the truck we were both still giddy.  It turns out that my doe was at least five and a half years old and field dressed at 170 pounds.  A perfect deer to take from the herd.

The rest of the season turned out to be as frustrating as the first part except for me seeing the deer of my dreams in the final week of the season.  He was big bodied with a rack that was wide, massive and had too many points to count in our short meeting.  I will spend all of the off-season trying to get to know him better and on opening day I will be in a tree along one of his travel routes with my nephew Jake in another tree close by.  You can bet the farm on it.

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Published by csinclair on 07 Apr 2008

The Urban Archers Outdoor Range and ByLaws (CDN)

Hi Folks,

In order to become a better archer and bow-hunter one needs to be accurate, (practice, practice, practice comes to mind), shooting tight groups consistently from various distances under any weather conditions from any position, (sitting, standing, crouching, up-hill or down-hill), one needs to practice much and do so in an outdoor setting which mirrors the real hunting environment as closely as possible.

It’s always been a challenge for me personally to find an appropriate place to shoot like this due to the fact that I’m living in a Canadian urban area where the by-laws specifically state that one may ‘not’ discharge a firearm, (including a bow), as the discharge of firearms is disallowed in most areas within, (and around), city limits.

Recently I had a very informative discussion with a gentleman who was a local bow hunter as well as being very well versed in the local by-laws, (we started talking archery when he noticed my bow-shop hat), possibly because he is studying to become an RCMP officer as well, he really helped set me straight on the facts, which I’d like to pass along to any other new bow-hunters / archers who may also benefit from the information that he shared with me.

The tip that he shared with me was simple really, just do your homework and search the internet for the local by-laws, which I found quite easily, in particular the by-law that governs the discharge of ‘firearms’ which includes bows and crossbows. Included with the by-law that governs the discharging of ‘firearms’ in the areas surrounding the city limits is a map, which showed me the exact areas where I could, (and could not), legally set up a ad-hoc range for myself and shoot outside all summer, up hill down hill through some trees, crouching, standing etc…

I’ve since scouted the area and am going out today with my bow to do some shooting, I’ll post some pictures as soon as I’m able.

Happy shooting,


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Published by X-Ecutioner2 on 06 Apr 2008

How to Pick the Perfect Hunting Arrow

           Choosing the right hunting arrow is one of the most crucial steps in having a successful hunt.  There are a lot of new arrows out there, all with their own special features and new colors and camo finishes, but how do you tell which is the best arrow?  Or more importantly, how do you tell which is the right arrow for you?  The following is the steps that I go through in determining which arrow to hunt with.  I hope this guide will help you in determining which arrow is best for you.


            Every year there are new arrows that come out.  In order for one of those arrows to replace the arrows I am currently shooting, they have to fare better than my current arrows in a technical evaluation, they have to be able to set up easily and consistently, and finally, they have to perform in actual shooting situations.  Let’s start with the technical evaluation.


            For the technical evaluation, I compare each arrow I am interested in, over 3 different fields.  First, I look to see if each arrow comes in a spine that I will be able to shoot.  Second, I compare the straightness and weight consistencies of each arrow.  And third, I compare the kinetic energy each arrow produces with my current set-up.


            The first evaluation is pretty simple.  I gather a group of arrows that I am interested in, from advertisements, web sites, catalogs, shows, and other places.  I then use an arrow chart supplied by the manufacturer, and use the draw weight of my bow, and my draw length to find the correct box.  If the arrow that I am interested in is in that box, then I let it move on to the second evaluation. 


            For the second evaluation, I then look at the advertised straightness of these arrows, and eliminate any that’s straightness tolerance is greater than .003.  After this first part of the elimination process, I then eliminate any of the arrows that are greater than 2 grains per arrow within the dozen.  Note:  Sometimes this is not advertised, and you will have to go to a pro-shop and weigh an individual dozen arrows. 


After the first and second evaluations, I am usually down to two or three kinds of arrows.  The third, and final technical evaluation, is to evaluate the kinetic energy of the arrows in my current set-up.  The formula for measuring kinetic energy is

(1/2)(mass)(velocity)²  If you have never used a formula like this before, it is important to remember to take the velocity times itself, then multiply that number by the mass of the arrow, and then divide it by 2.  In order to get the mass of the arrow, take the grains per inch of the arrows you are choosing between, and add in your point weight (including the insert), your vane weights, your nock weight, and about 10 grains for glue.  Getting the velocity is a little less exact science, unless you have a pro shop that will let you make up one of each arrows to shoot.  Usually what I do, is take an arrow that is similar to the weight of the arrows I am evaluating, and shoot it to get the velocity.  Most pro shops have a plethora of arrows of all different weights and sizes, and you can usually find one within 5 grains of the arrows you are evaluating.  Once you shoot these arrows over a chronograph, you have all of the pieces of the equation, and can start breaking them down.  Here is an example of how the equation works.  Let’s say my arrows weigh 350 grains, and shoot out of my bow at 300 fps.  The equation would look like this:

(1/2)(350)(300)² = 15,750,000  People always say the heavier the arrow the more kinetic energy, but this is not always true.  For example, let’s say my arrow weighs 450 grains, which drops my speed down to 250 fps.  The equation would look like this:

(1/2)(450)(250)² = 14,062,500.  That is why it is important to look at both mass and speed when evaluating kinetic energy. 


            After I have chosen the arrow that had the best results from my three technical evaluations, I buy a half dozen arrows, and go to work.  I set them up just like I would for hunting.  This is not an advertisement, so I will not list the equipment that I am using.  After they are set up, I make sure they tune quickly and consistently, and group very well; first with field points, and then with broadheads. 


            After I have determined that the arrows perform well in practice, I will set up my blind in my back yard, and shoot a target through the mesh netting.  If the arrows still perform well, I know that I have found my hunting arrows for the season.  However, many times I will end up shooting the same arrows I have been shooting, even after all of the work that I have put in determining which of the new ones is the best.  The bottom line is, if they can’t outperform the ones I am currently shooting, then why should I shoot them? 


            I hope this article has been helpful to you.  This is a pretty rigorous evaluation, but it has netted me nothing but good results, and I’m sure it will help you as well.  Good luck, and good shooting!

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Published by gvdocholiday on 06 Apr 2008

Fixed Blade Broadheads…Tuning Perfection

I’m going to start this off by stating, ‘I love mechanical broadheads!!’ I love their field point accuracy, I love their large cutting diameters, and I love the fact that I can basically practice all summer with field points and not stress about having to tweak my bow just before the season opener.

Now, let me follow that up by confessing my…for lack of better word… ‘guilt’. I feel guilty for cheating, by not being as completely intimate with my bow hunting equipment as I should be. I refer to an intimacy one can only achieve by knowing their equipment inside and out, knowing what buttons to push, and what strings to twist. It’s funny really, that something that sound so complicated and time consuming, really takes no extra time at all.

It’s a safe bet that a solid majority of you reading this article are currently using a mechanical style broadhead, double or nothing says that at one time or another those of you currently using a mechanical head have tried fixed blade broadheads with less than satisfactory results. Am I warm?? Thought so…no need for applause just throw me money.

Let us try to recap your past experience with fixed blade broadheads: Some of you managed decent flight but had to re-sight in your bow for use of fixed blade broadheads due to not having the same POI as your field points; For some, no matter what you did you simply couldn’t get that fish tail out of your arrows flight plan.

Ok, those may not be everyone’s experiences to the letter…but they are mine. I am also proud to say that I have overcome those poor experiences and now, I head to the range/stand with an extreme feeling of accomplishment because I know that no matter what I thread on my arrows…as long is they share the same weight with my field points, they will also share the same point of impact.

I really cannot explain in words the wonderful feelings one experiences at the moment they finally accomplish shared POI between field points and broadheads, since I can’t, I’ll explain how to achieve them.

This is an in depth step-by-step tuning method that will have your field points and broadheads hitting the same POI…which really is the only true tell tale way to know for certain that your bow and arrows are tuned. A bullet through paper will only get you so far…broadhead tipped arrows will only get you so far…there’s no excuse for having to resight in for broadheads after practicing all year with your field points. For some of you this will be so dang easy, you’ll wonder why the heck nobody has explained this to you before.

1 – First things first…make sure the spine range of the arrow is matched to the preferred draw length/draw weight/point weight. Spin test each arrow with broadheads and with field points. If it wobbles, discard it. Wobbly arrows will never group with others and it’ll just lead to headaches. It’s best to weed those out before starting. Adjust just arrow rest for center shot basically by just eyeing it up…seriously, that’s all that is needed for this first step.

2 – Next, start shooting. You may have a little wobble in your flight but as long as you’re maintaining decent groups you’re all set for threading a broadhead. Paper tuning could also be done prior to this, but it’s not really necessary.

3 – At 20 yards and on a broadhead-approved target, shoot a broadhead tipped arrow at an aiming point. Where did it hit??? Lower, higher, right left??? If you’re arrow is spinned correctly, you should only have to move your rest 1/32″ in whatever direction or directions your broadhead missed the POI of your field points.

If you missed low of your field points, raise your rest/lower your nock point.

If you missed high of your field points, lower your rest/raise your nock point.

If you missed left of your field points then move your rest to the right.

If you missed right of your field points then move your rest to the left.

4 – Repeat steps 2 and 3 until your field points and broadheads have the same POI.

Hip, hip, hurray!! Wait, no?! Ok, trouble shooting time.


No matter what adjustments are made, there are still vertical differences in impact. Things to look for: A) Rest spring tension…it could be too stiff or it could be too weak. Play with the tension and see how the arrows react. B) There may be fletching contact on the arrow rest, cables, or bow riser. Make sure there’s 100% clearance. C) dual cam bow…tiller needs to be adjusted. Add half a turn to the upper limb bolt or take half a turn out of the bottom. Observe the arrows reaction to these changes and adjust appropriately.

No matter what adjustments are made, there are still horizontal differences in impact. These are spine issues. This really is the difficult part, but not really difficult part(I know, oxymoron, forgive me). This is where the intimate relationship with ones bow really comes along because this is where arrow spine/draw weight mismatches really start to show. When one tunes a bow, they are tuning the bow around an arrow. There are so many variables that come into play when it comes to arrow spine that it’s not even funny. For all intensive purposes, draw weight will be the only variable we will play with. A bow can be paper tuned all nice and perfect but paper will not show an imperfect spine match with the bow. If you’re arrows are not spinned correctly it’s not going to show up on paper at 6 feet…it will however show up at 20 yards when your broadhead tipped arrow hits 4-6″ right/left of your field points POI.

Whatever you do, leave the rest at center shot. Keep your rests center shot no more than 1/32″ right/left of center. We’re going to play with draw weight the one step that nobody really thinks about because once they settle on a draw weight, they don’t want it to change.

More than anything, people try to shoot too weak of spinned arrows, so start by taking half a turn out of each limb bolt…shoot…repeat. Keep doing this process until the broadheads and field points come together to the same POI. In most cases adjustments shouldn’t have to exceed any more than one complete turn of each limb bolt. If the spread gets worse then go back the opposite way. The only down side to this is that you may end up a few lbs heavier or lighter in draw weight…but for your common MI whitetail, it shouldn’t matter.

Tingly Feeling
There you have it…not only are you completely tuned in for broadheads, but you now have the comfort and confidence of knowing that your bow pretty much cannot be tuned or tweaked any better, and you know everything is matched and the results are the most perfect flying arrow you could ever achieve.

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Published by Peregrynne on 05 Apr 2008

The Stick and String that Bind


Two nights ago I went to my local range to practice for the local 3D league that will be starting this coming week. Now this isn’t a first time visit for me, as a matter of fact, I am more like a permanent fixture there on Tuesday and Wednesday nights. These two nights I leave from work and go down there to meet my friends and do some social shooting. Reason I call it social shooting is that we never keep score or do anything serious like that. It is always just for fun. Most of the time there is just as much laughing going on as there is shooting.


Now seeing that this is my local range, I know a lot of the people that come and shoot there. Like other places though there aren’t too many ranges in the area so we get quite a few people coming in from out of town to shoot as well. Especially on days when the weather is bad because there are so few indoor ranges around.


Now it is human nature not to trust people you don’t know, but I have noticed one thing about archers when it comes to meeting new people. You could call it the common denominator so to speak. It’s that string and stick that we hall around. No matter how you look at it we all use a string and stick to fling arrows. Some sticks might just be a bit more technologically advanced than others. As soon as we notice the bow case or bow that the person is bringing in with them something seems to signal to us that it’s all good and we can relax. I can’t tell you the number of times I have started up a conversation with the question, “What kind of bow you shooting?” or “Nice looking set up, how does it shoot?” and then went on talking for hours while we continued to shoot. In fact I have met some of the nicest people and very good friends just from circumstances just like these.


So the next time you are at your range or even at someone else’s, keep in mind that we all have that one thing in common. A stick and string that bind us together and make us all one big family.


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Published by bowgod on 04 Apr 2008

a year in the life of ME!!!!!

Hello everyone and welcome to my boring life. I’ve decided to start this blog for a few reasons. First and formost I feel it will give me more incentive to practice more and better than I have been. I think by sharing my daily practice routines along with things i learn in that process, and any other exiting happenings in my life will help keep me motivated. Second it is my hope that this blog can and will become a portal of knowledge where I can share what I know to hopefully help others learn, while at the same time recieving feedback from others on what I’m doing so that I can learn from you as well. Third so that I can read back over my progress through out the year and use this information to keep myself moving forward. Lastly because I really just enjoy any fellowship with in the archery comunity and feel this will just be another way for me to be inviolved with all of you. So please take a minute each day to check back on my progress and share your own thought,experience, and support. THANK YOU AND WELCOME TO MY LIFE.

DAY 1 4/04/2008
I consider today to be the first day of my summer routine, fall and winter indoor leagues are over and it’s time to focus my efforts onto my 3d game. There was nothing to special about todays practice routine I mainly just spent about 2 hours getting myself familliar with shooting outdoors and on different terrain again. The first thing I had to do was change the apeture in my peep sight. I spent the whole day shooting from 20 yards because I made a few changes to my shot sequence and I need to spend some time shooting a close range so that my mind is free to focus on the new changes until I can get them ingrained mentally. The biggest change I made was in my anchor, once I got to shooting i found i’m a bit more consistant when shooting on various terrain if I use the center of my nose rather than the right tip of my nose using the center feels more preasure sensative and I can feel if I’m doing it the same everytime rather than just feeling the string is there I can feel the string pushing into my nose. My theory for this is if I can ingrain consistant preasure at this point it will help insure that my eye to peep distance remains consistant thus giving me better high/low consistency (i hope lol.)
Other than the new anchor I’m also still working on ingraining some of the new things I have been working on with my coach. Aiming is the biggest of those things when I first went to this new coach the first thing he noticed was I had trouble aiming. My mind was constantly jumping back and forth from the pin to the spot instead of staying focused on the spot, I have spent the last 2 months working on this and i can honestly say i’m 95% better right now. Even still it does take me some thought to do it right. i have to tell myself a couple times a day to just focus but the good thing is i realize when i’m doing it wrong and let down so it just keeps getting better. Although I did diagnose a new problem in my aiming today in practice, for some reason I want to quit aiming the second the release fires this is something i’m going to work on In tomorrows practice session. The last item i worked on today is maintining a strong bow arm after the shot (maybe this is why I quit aiming when the release goes off? it’s taking me quite a bit of thought to keep my arm up and strong but I’ll keep an eye one it.)

Like all things new some of this stuff is taking me a bit to get used to but I do think repitition and lots of practice will accelerate that process. I spent 2 hours outside practicing today and at the end of the day i really felt good about the progress i made. After all this is just day one I have until the second week in May before my first big tournement of the summer that gives me six good weeks to practice and perfect (or maybe even discard) some of these new ideas.

Thanks for reading and please check back tomorrow for updates and maybe new findings. Also feel free to share your thought or voice your questions I’ll do my best to respond to any and all who reply on here.

Until tomorrow

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Published by Kelly Johnson on 03 Apr 2008

Illinois, a big buck, bad luck and a head wound. A story.

I once lived in Illinois for a short time and was so excited to get to hunt as a resident I could hardly contain myself. The Bowhunting angels were on my side THIS year.

I was lucky enough to get into Allerton Park. 2200 acres of wooded heaven that was gifted to the U of I 50 years ago and hadn’t been hunted until the prior year after 3 joggers were chased by swollen necked Casanovas looking for love in all the wrong places and one guy getting gang raped by a pack of rutting whitetails who thought his biking hot pants were indeed, very hot.

So I draw Oct 24-30th and I’m giddy as a schoolgirl getting ready for prom.

I have the spot, I have the gear, I have all my ducks in a row and this is going to be my season to smoke a P&Y world class Mega Buck. I’d seen pictures from the previous season and no less than a dozen deer over 160 were taken and 1 a beauty 16 point that scored 198 and change…I tinkled on the floor.

Oct 23 I started feeling a little sick-ish but ignored it completely. The weather was bad. Cold, rained like crazy the 22nd and 23rd and turned to ice that night. EVERYTHING had ½” sheath of ice.

Morning of I can’t remove the smile with a hammer even though I aint in the best shape. I have some serious lower bowel issues and my stomach is a turning inside out pretty regularly but I only have a week and by God I’m getting to the dream land.

I head out at a million O’clock and it’s slick. Real slick. The roads are evil even for a Michigander and there are more cars in the ditch than on the road. I spent 100% of the 35 minute trip (turned to an hour) in 4wd and 40% on the shoulder or in someone’s yard. Mostly backwards or sideways. The ice had claimed everything.

I get to my spot and park, climber, bow, headlamp, safety harness….check check check let’s get it on.

My climber is scaring me on the way up. Everything is iced like a glazed doughnut and I’m feeling increasingly like I may yak…I can shoot first and yak later.

I get to the top and get settle in to wait for dawn. Than I throw up.

I can hang. It passes and the sun starts to crawl over the ridge. I see some movement and grab the Binos….un-freakin believable. He’s a mainframe 10 that’s far and away the biggest deer I’ve ever seen in the woods. He gets to about 40 yards and my nausea returns. My mouth starts to water and swallow it away trying to wait for him to come into range.

30 yards…vitals behind a tree and one step and he’s as good as above the fireplace with a great story of fighting through the elements and sickness to trick this wary wizened monster buck to falling to my incredible hunting prowess….than I yak. It nearly hit him.
I feel like crying but can’t because I just hurled every bit of moisture left in my body but I sure as hell need to get out of here because this AINT workin’ today. I’ve blown it in the first hour of the first day.

I lower my gear and start the descent. As I sit down for a second about 4 feet into my declination to hurl again I see it as if it’s in slow motion….the bottom of my climber doesn’t quite catch…hanging in mid air by the strap that’s not knotted tight enough….it slips….and crashes to the base of the tree taking the express lane due to the 6” of ice covering every damn thing in this God forsaken woods.

I breathe deep…No problem. I’ll just bear hug the tree and slide down. Grip it real tight and nice and easy down to the bottom. I get all set and have a ferocious grip and look up at the seat of my climber…how the hell am I going to get it down?

Ahh…I’ll give it a little nudge and it’ll follow me.

I land at the base of the tree in .003 seconds and somewhere along the trip I’ve crapped my pants. I land on my butt so hard it knocks my wind out and I see stars…than I’m walloped in the head with the climber and don’t remember anything for a little while.

I wake up and my left eye glued shut in frozen blood. I’m bleeding, puking and I have soiled boxers and feeling pretty poorly at this minute. I sit up and the blood flows freely from my head.

I look around to try to get my bearings to the nearest road and quickest route to my truck and there stands that buck. Not 20 yards out just staring at me.

I swear to God I’ve never seen a deer smile before or after but this one did.

I make a snowball and whip it at his head.

I leave everything and make my way to the road…I’m relieved when I hear a car coming as I’m leaving a copious bloodtrail and I’m not sure how bad the gash on my cranium is.

The car comes around the corner and I see it’s a woman in her 50’s or so alone. I wave and our eyes meet…than she crashes off into the ditch and into a stand of young trees. I go over to help just as she throws it in reverse and backs out doing a 180 that would make Bow and Luke Duke envious…apparently I look pretty rough and she’s not taking any chances with a bloody guy in camo staggering out of the wood in the middle of nowhere.

I take the road back toward my truck and have fashioned a makeshift bandage from my knit hat…the bleeding has subsided somewhat but I’m feeling pretty weak, tired and I smell like poop. Than I yak again.

½ a mile left to get to my truck and the DNR rolls by and stops to give me a lift. He’s very concerned for me but I see the wound has almost stopped bleeding now. It looks like the top half of an egg is glued under my skin with an angry jagged red slash across the top. He kinda chuckles as he drops me off and tells me he’ll go get my gear for me. Than I yak again.

He returns my gear and makes sure I feel ok to drive and as he’s about to leave I can tell he’s trying to find words but struggling…than he asks, “ I know you’re having a hard day but I have to ask…did you **** in my truck?”

I went home and went back to bed still dreaming of that buck.

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