- Sam Tumberg
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Nineteen Yards!
Nineteen yards! That’s where he now stood, a mere nineteen yards away. The countless hours of preparation and mental game planning were about to culminate in the ultimate moment we can all only hope to encounter as bow hunters. All that was needed now was for me to be able to execute the shot. But, before I get into that, let me tell you about what transpired before this moment as I don’t believe this moment was an accident.