It was, for Greg Traynor, a moment of revelation.
It was autumn, his favorite time of year. And he was in the woods, archery hunting, his most cherished outdoor activity among many.
The sun was shining on his face, the leaves were a fiery mix of reds and golds and oranges, turkeys and squirrels and birds bustled about. In a few moments, a white-tailed doe would appear, and he’d take it with one clean, perfectly-placed shot from his crossbow.