My friend Art and I were trying to get an old Reflex Caribou Hunter to work, so I tried some of my good arrows out of it the other day... only to have it skip it off the driveway when I aimed a little low and send it rocketing up and slamming 20' up in a cherry tree
. Despite my willingness to climb, this one was a bit beyond my capabilities. So I tried to sling a rope with a weight up into a Y in order to pull myself up... but I can't throw worth a darn and only succeeded in dropping a large dead branch down onto my head
. Finally, fed up with my inability to throw accurately, I said "that's it... I'm getting my bow." A
real bow. So I tied a bit of string about the pioint, send the arrow gracefully where I aimed it, and down dame my arrow. In a matter of moments. With no branches coming down on my head.
The Gods are sending me a sign here. And I think if I want to keep my scalp in tact, I better listen to it
!
