You know how a saddle changed the way you hunt, gave you a huge advantage over normy muggle hunters, let you shoot more deer, and just generally made you feel so dang SEXY?
Wanna feel that rush all over again?
Buy...the...mini!
After a week of owning with one, I can say I haven't been more blown away with a product since I sat in the kestrel for the first hunt. Where do I even start?
So it's light. Like 6lbs light. Lighter than a lot of compound bows, and definitely lighter than most crossbows. It's also stupid-easy to carry and maneuver. You know how when you carry a bow or rifle it just stays by your side, out of the way and easily maneuverable through tall brush and thickets? Know how a crossbow feels like Jesus lugging his cross through a monkey bar factory that got wrecked by a tornado? The mini feels like that first thing. Carry it one handed, two handed, left hand right hand, whatever feels good. Wanna put it in a backpack! Turn one knob and it comes apart in two tiny little pieces. Put your saddle and the mini in a jansport pack, smear granola crumbs in your beard, throw your hair in a man bun, and drive your minivan with Eno and Yeti stickers to the parking area. Folks will think you're some yuppie tree hugger out to cry over the beauty of a river or some nonsense. They'll never suspect they're witnessing a master predator invade their turf.
Shot options? In a turkey seat. On the ground. On your belly. Strong side, weak side, drop shot, over the bridge, crane style on top of an alligator's back. Whatever. See critter? Shoot critter.
It's quieter than a regular crossbow, but has the speed. 30 yard zero on mine and I'm shooting maybe 3" high and low at 20 and 40. Put the crosshairs on the animal. Pull the trigger. No rangefinder, no anchor point, no form, no technique, no skill, no art form. Just stone cold, lethal efficiency on tap and ready to rock your little world.
You can use whatever arrows you prefer with it, instead of being Shanghaied into using the manufacturer's bolts with their BS proprietary nocking system. Wanna shoot a 500 grain telephone pole tipped with a bmcold steel bushman knife on the end of it? Of course ya do, ya crazy animal!
Seriously, I've shot at two critters with mine already. Sent a coyote straight to that big turkey nest in the sky. Little rascal came out at a trot straight behind me. Straighten left leg, pivot at waist, shoulder, settle pin, unleash 150lbs of "screw you, Wile E. Coyote" through the thicket. "Super Genius" my ascot tie.
The doe I shot at was a swing and a miss. That's because I'm a knock-kneed ninny-wagon who shakes like Mohammed Ali when he's on the ground 20 yards away from his first potential victim of the year. Control your bloodlust, and let the voices of your ancestors guide you. The mini will do the rest if you only let it.
Seriously folks, Jerry Goff, the inventor of this little lung-popper, is a smart cookie. The mini is one heck of a critter killer, and I'm yet to see a downside. If you're not desperate to prove your masculinity by channeling your inner Ishi (who, btw, would have absolutely rocked this thing) or to relive the glory days of medieval English "air supremacy" buy one.
Do them deer dirty.