I feel like it today. My Wife was sick last night from a sour stomach. My dog woke me up at 12:30 needing to go out for some fking reason. My Ring alarm went off several times from some kinda fking glitch. So yeah im a tried fker.
I am all outa breath, both from exhaustion and from HAPPY
My new crossbow target arrived! I no longer have to hammer the bolt/arrows out. They pull out easily. But that is not the Big Story.
I got crazy-bold and set up the target at 50 yards instead of 30. My first shot at the new target: NAILED the "9-ball" right on the number 9!
Note how the bolt/arrow is NOT fletch-deep, YAY!.
I had been worried that I might not hit the dang target at all, since my longest shot with my new crossbow to date was 30 yards. So I got froggy and set the distance to 75 yards (225 feet). Used a different side of the target. It is a life-sized picture of the "Boiler Room" of a deer (you can see the white belly, legs, and neck portions). This is what happened:
Then I got sooper froggy, and tried free-standing without my homemade shooting sticks at 75 yards... all the while puffing and panting like an 82-year old geezer running back and forth (fargin target weighs about 40 pounds, and re-re-re-reloading the crossbow is not something you do a lot of before you go out hunting. (*shaky-wheezy*)
Nevertheless fired (*pant, wheeze, puf*) three times freestanding. ALL THREE shots were in the Boiler Room at 75 yards!!