I remember more than once blowing it on a big bull, times when I should have gotten a kill and screwed it up. And it has haunted me. Crushed me. I’ve joked that I probably needed counseling, but I’m sure I actually did. That was how much bowhunting and achieving my goals means to me. Each time something like that happens, I tell myself I never want to feel like that ever again. Each time I was crushed, I told myself I simply needed to work harder and push myself even more. My reasoning was, I failed because I hadn’t sacrificed enough.
