Last evening I went with Weasel down to check on the Beaver issue, and to shoot his newly acquired bow.  For one who has not shot a bow in over  a million years, I think I did quite well.  Actually, the way we used to do it back in the day, was to cut a stout stick, string a good cat gut sinew to it from end to end, cut some other hardwood type wood sticks and sharpen one end and go hunting.  As time progressed through my childhood, we actually cut a small notch in the unsharpened end to accommodate the cat gut, that helped keep the cat gut pretty close to the exact center of the back of the sharpened stick.

I could usually hit what I was aiming at from about say…10 feet….pretty good for a boy my size.  The actual penetration into the “thing” I hit was all according to sharpness of the stick I used to shoot.  Have I ever told you about my left hand thumb?

So, down to the field last night, Weasel offered up a chance to shoot six of his highly prizes arrows at a target some 20 yards away.  20 yards is a considerable distance for a man of my size and age, but I took him up on it and didn’t lose any of his arrows.  He even gave me a second chance to “hit the bulls eye”.  You know me and bulls and so I don’t usually hit them in the eye anyway.

The thing that was amazing about last evenings experience was the mosquitoes!

They were everywhere and hovering in line…much like going to Smith and Edwards!!!  There they were perched on wing, high above us and as we brushed away the ones on our arms, necks, faces and hands, the next swarm would drop in for a good taste of warm blood.  It was brutal!  But we made it through.  This morning I drank an extra glass of orange juice to help build up my blood and right now I feel pretty dang good.  So good in fact I want to share this little thing I found on the internet with you:

Bears Butt

June 7, 2014