My moniker was a little from the same column as yours , and a little from another . When I would go hunting I usually managed to find some VERY thick bush to walk through and lost arrows that way only to realize long after the event . I always left them there for future generations to find and ponder ,as ours does when we happen upon such artifacts.Our descendants need to know we were here and still hunting with sticks and stones .It also came from the fact that I had to leave my beloved North Country to provide for my family's future. Hoped it would never happen , but here I am in "Suburbia". Easy decision,but still a very heartbreaking move. So,........ no matter how intently you aim your arrow, it will go where it is destined to go.Even if it gets lost, it's there for a reason.