Casey stood among the trees, searching for the bird. If he could shoot it, he would feel a lot less dumb about the arrow he had lost. Standing there, determined not to mess up a second time, he again made himself try to review all nine points of bow shooting in the archery book.
“Caw! Caw!”
Casey spun about and spotted the raven high in a tree—not where he had expected.
It really was just like the video game.
He took his stand. Nocked an arrow. Set his grip.
The next moment, the bird flew off, but not so far as to be out of sight. “I thought it was smart,” Casey murmured. “Birds in the game are smarter.”
Relaxing his grip, he scooped up his arrows. Then he moved toward the bird, determined to get a shot.