Tom Valada

USA – Ottsville, PA

Just a few years ago, I got a case of Texas fever on my first bow hunt to the state, with my then 13 year old son, Kyle. We brought home a mixed bag of javelina and whitetail. I couldn't wait to return.

I went back the next year to the south central part of the state on a guided hunt.

Unfortunately, I made an errant shot when my bow string hit my jacket sleeve upon release. It sent my arrow tipped with a hundred grain muzzy 3 blade towards the paunch, instead of the intended 12 point zone.

I realized I made a poor shot the second I released and heard the string slap my arm. I decided to give the deer time and wait until the next morning to track and recover. It started raining heavily during the night, so my guide and I urgently went back and sought out the blood trail.

We had real good blood and followed the trail for about 400 yards. We weren't sure exactly where my hit landed, and were afraid of pushing him. So we backed out again until daylight.

With the help of the keen eyes of my guide we found my buck 200 yards from where we left the blood trail the night before.

The broadhead tipped arrow had traveled over two feet through the deer. It cut a path from paunch trough femoral artery and exited out the left off leg, chipping the femor along the way.

I practice and practice during the year and I am always prepared for the hunt. But, sometimes things happen and things can go wrong. You need to feel confident that you have the best for any situation. I have always shot Muzzy broadheads because they give me that confidence.

They made my poor shot become lethal and bring home a Texas trophy.