April 16

O/C and a fog bank over the lake.
After finding the missing keys I got the second vehicle going yesterday, it had a dead battery. Filled in the rest of the day with another visit to Bastion Pl. and some this and that. Did get a good page developed in the story.
Today is the day of the BD party so things will be busy.








“No, not good enough. It might slip.”
He thought for a moment then going to the woodpile he found a chunk of pine with dried pitch down one side. He scraped off the pitch and picking up the arrow he went around and into the cabin.
He rummaged around in a box in one corner and found a rusty tin can, he dumped the pitch particles into it then started a fire in the stove. Once warmth could be felt on the top of the stove he put the tin on to heat and waited impatiently for the pitch to melt.
Once the heat was sufficient the pitch quickly melted, he held the arrow over the wood box and using a pair of pliers he picked up the tin and as he slowly turned the arrow in his fingers he poured the melted pitch over the tipped portion and down onto the linen binding.
The pitch seeped between the split sides and the metal tip and as it rapidly cooled and set a reasonably strong bond was formed. The pitch that covered the linen provided a hard protective surface.
He took the arrow outside and after a few minutes tentatively tested the strength of the resin bond. Satisfied he said, “One more test.” He fetched the bow from the shed and standing in the middle of the clearing he notched the arrow and let fly at his target.
The arrow flew true, only a couple of inches off the center of the pillow, it pierced the pillow and continued onward.
“No!” Bob cried aloud. He ran over to the target and stepping around it he stared at his pants impaled on to a piece of plywood. He started to laugh, and yelled out, “She worked, by God she worked!”
The arrow had pierced his pants and buried half of the metal tip into the plywood, He had no doubt that the arrow could easily do serious damage to the game he was going after.
After carefully extracting the arrow Bob rushed back to the wood shed and one after the other tipped a dozen more arrows, he didn’t quit until he ran out of daylight. Finally he gathered up enough pitch to do all that he had made.