in the late 50's and early 60's you could get 2 deer a year in Az. one with a rifle and one with a bow. (actually, you could get 6, but it's a long story as to how) my dad bought an old bear grizzly recurve. 56#. he shot a half dozen coues and one muley with it. when i was in the 2nd grade, he had to watch me and my little brother one weekend, so he took us hunting with him. my brother was 3. he ended up getting a 3x3 coues buck that day and we got to watch the whole deal. he snuck up on a big rock and the buck was bedded under it, in some oak brush. shot straight down about 8'. buried the arrow to fletch. after we found it, he put it on his back and we headed for the truck. i carried the bow. we were almost to the truck when we jumped a bobcat. it jumped up on a rock a little ways in front of us. i handed the ol' man the bow and without setting the deer down, he arrowed the bobcat too. that day my ol' man was the greatest hunter ever, in my eyes.
