Tuesday afternoon, I got my PSE Stinger bow out for the first time since I had the string replaced about two years ago. What I thought was going to be a quiet evening of shooting my bow in the backyard quickly changed as my dad pointed out a coyote roaming the horse pasture behind the house. It disappeared before I could get my 270 out, but my dad told me to wait by the fence while he rode the 4-wheeler in a neighboring field to flush it out. The coyote reappeared, and I took aim with the rifle. Knowing it was a long shot, I aimed over its head and pulled the trigger. I discovered I'd made a perfect shot despite it being 245 yards away. I may not have sighted in the bow that afternoon, but that's one less coyote to worry about.