After running around all day taking care of some camo prospect's I got home and took a hour to do some hunting. I decided that it was time to break in the second B3 on some live game. I changed into my ghillie garb and chambered a Tomahawk into the B3. As I headed out to the field's I had a good feeling about this hunt. Making my way across the field I started to scan the grove of tree's ahead of me, looking for movement among the limb's. Out of the corner of my eye I caught some movement, not in the tree's but at the base of a old crabapple tree. What do we have here...A rabbit and down to the ground I go to check my baby, wind direction and yrd's. Gessing about 30yrds I pull myself up to my knee's and set the crosshair's on his head. With a smooth squeeze of the trigger I release the Tomahawk and it find's it's mark. My custom B3 has passed the test and proven herself a worthy hunter,notch that stock. Stepped it out, came to 23yrds still pleased so I grabbed my game and headed home to take a pic, clean my game and place dinner in the icebox. Ed