Sitting in a ground blind in the woods in the middle of Canada was something far from what I thought I would ever be doing. Needless to say the weather was enough to make me call it an early night with a steady humid eighty degrees. It wasn’t until everything became silent and still that the sweat beaded up on my forehead. Out to my right I saw a glimpse of black. It took me the forty yards that he walked to the bait to calm my shake to a slower pace. He had no hesitation to sit right down and grab the tire between his two front paws. I watched him for a while. He sat up, panted heavily, a perfect broad side shot. My instincts took over and it took my brain a couple seconds to realize that I was already at full draw. I lined up the pins as calmly as I could, reassuring myself to take my time, he wasn’t going anywhere. I released and it was over. I headed back to camp to grab the crew for a few helpful hands and more flashlights. It wasn’t thirty yards away that he ran to where he dropped. It was an accomplish of a lifetime for a seventeen year old girl, and memory that I will carry for life, just my Mathews and me.