Four-year-old grandson Caeden crouched beside me, shaking with excitement as we ever so slowly creeped slightly closer to the grizzly. Finally, we were within 20 yards when the beast stood on its hind legs, and my arrow was off and zapped the furry monster right in the pumper, and little Caeden and poppy jumped for joy! OK, it wasn't a real grizzly bear, but we consider any good sized groundhog in the garden or front yard to be every bit as worthy and thrilling a trophy!Click for Full Story
