O/C in Salmon Arm and it's Friday the 13th.
Yesterday got warranty work on the car done, nowadays these on board computers can forestall problems. Had to take my sister in law's car in and get two new tires as she was running on the wire. Also almost no fluid in radiator, hopefully no damage by over heating.
I did manage to squeeze in a paragraph of the story, I'm glad I've got a reasonable amount prepared ahead.
Speaking of the story ....
, he shouldered the knap sack again and headed down the trail.
Chapter 3
The next morning, Bob examined the arrows and the bow and felt satisfied that they were ready for a trial. He still hadn’t figured how he would tip the arrows but was anxious to give them a try anyway.
In order to protect the arrows from shattering he fastened a pad made from a beach combed pillow and folded plastic onto a tree on the edge of the clearing.
He strung the bow with the steel wire and from a distance of about nine or ten yards he notched the arrow, took careful aim and let fly. The featherless arrow flew on almost level flight but missed the target by at least a yard and disappeared into the bush beyond.
“Shit!” Bob exclaimed aloud. He put down the bow and went to look for his wayward arrow. He searched in vain for a half hour then gave up.
“Back to the drawing board” he mumbled disgustedly. “Can’t afford to lose them.”
He put the bow and the arrows back in the cabin and the taking his axe, he went beyond the clearing and cut four poles about ten feet long. He dragged them back to the cabin and laid them on the ground in a rough square then tied the four corners.
Going back into the cabin he took down a pair of ragged coveralls from a nail on one wall as well as the pants he had discarded. He went back outside and into the shed where he had stored more plastic and a chunk of canvas. Using some of his supply of small nails he attached all the various materials to one of the poles and using more twine he suspended the pillow target roughly in the middle.
Finally he raised the frame into an erect position so that everything hung from the top pole. He leaned the frame between two trees.
As he started to prepare to launch a second arrow, he paused and then went back into the shed and dragged out several chunks and broken pieces of plywood, these he propped up on the bush-side of the frame but a few feet away.
His arrows were all blunt so he had no concern about damaging his clothes.
It wasn’t until the fifth arrow that he finally hit the target. It hit with sufficient force that it made a deep impression and held its position for a couple of seconds before falling to the ground.
Encouraged, Bob launched a half dozen more, four of which struck his target.
Yesterday got warranty work on the car done, nowadays these on board computers can forestall problems. Had to take my sister in law's car in and get two new tires as she was running on the wire. Also almost no fluid in radiator, hopefully no damage by over heating.
I did manage to squeeze in a paragraph of the story, I'm glad I've got a reasonable amount prepared ahead.
Speaking of the story ....
, he shouldered the knap sack again and headed down the trail.
Chapter 3
The next morning, Bob examined the arrows and the bow and felt satisfied that they were ready for a trial. He still hadn’t figured how he would tip the arrows but was anxious to give them a try anyway.
In order to protect the arrows from shattering he fastened a pad made from a beach combed pillow and folded plastic onto a tree on the edge of the clearing.
He strung the bow with the steel wire and from a distance of about nine or ten yards he notched the arrow, took careful aim and let fly. The featherless arrow flew on almost level flight but missed the target by at least a yard and disappeared into the bush beyond.
“Shit!” Bob exclaimed aloud. He put down the bow and went to look for his wayward arrow. He searched in vain for a half hour then gave up.
“Back to the drawing board” he mumbled disgustedly. “Can’t afford to lose them.”
He put the bow and the arrows back in the cabin and the taking his axe, he went beyond the clearing and cut four poles about ten feet long. He dragged them back to the cabin and laid them on the ground in a rough square then tied the four corners.
Going back into the cabin he took down a pair of ragged coveralls from a nail on one wall as well as the pants he had discarded. He went back outside and into the shed where he had stored more plastic and a chunk of canvas. Using some of his supply of small nails he attached all the various materials to one of the poles and using more twine he suspended the pillow target roughly in the middle.
Finally he raised the frame into an erect position so that everything hung from the top pole. He leaned the frame between two trees.
As he started to prepare to launch a second arrow, he paused and then went back into the shed and dragged out several chunks and broken pieces of plywood, these he propped up on the bush-side of the frame but a few feet away.
His arrows were all blunt so he had no concern about damaging his clothes.
It wasn’t until the fifth arrow that he finally hit the target. It hit with sufficient force that it made a deep impression and held its position for a couple of seconds before falling to the ground.
Encouraged, Bob launched a half dozen more, four of which struck his target.
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