He took my shotgun and i brought the crossbow out with some new heads i wanted to try after being disspponted with blunts.
The head is a small broadhead with short sections on cut nails welded on the side to act as stops for when i hit a tree, or kick ups when i hit the forest floor instead of the target
This guy came down to about level on the base of an oak just over twenty yards away. The bolt flew in slow motion and hit him right between the shoulders as he paused his desent, head towrds the ground. A resounding thud, the bolt bounced out of him and he fell to the ground. No running at all.
We took mine and his five squirrels and cut slits in the legs, salt peppered them from my horn, pushing the spices into the cuts. Them skewered them on sticks and roasted them over a small fire in the woods. Hard to beat