Sealing the Deal, By Clint Casper
As I stood motionless like a soldier in the lineup waiting for the sun to paint its beautiful morning picture in the Virgin morning sky, I listened carefully to the deep, throaty bugles off in the distance. The New Mexico mountains had captivated me and my drive to kill a good bull elk in these mountains was indescribable with words. My mind was made up that I was not driving all the way back to Ohio empty-handed, my Gold Tip arrow was going to get bloody and my tag would be punched.
The Sweet Science, By Adam Foss
With the mountains and trails still held tight in winter’s icy talons, I obliged to begin my new lease on archery at the only available indoor range in town. I figured significant change wouldn’t occur overnight, but taking the approach of one arrow at a time, I could begin to eventually see a gradual improvement. I was about to be proven wrong.