Primal instincts. The smell of blood. Survival. The hunt. Man has come a long way in honing his craft. My new experience calls back to the days of old, when man had to hunt for his food. I am not a hunter, but my father is. So, I decided to practice shooting his crossbow with him. The rush of having power over life and death of your prey is exhilarating. Watching the arrows penetrate the prone target, knowing that your survival depends on hitting the target. That is an incredible feeling.