Seeing how you guys are all shrewhaven members, I say the proper place to have the shoot out would be in the U.P. Preferably at the range in Ishpming so that I can come watch. :laughing:
Mr. LaClair, as much as I do respect your archery accomplishments, posting a picture of you shaking hands with a porn star clearly violates your contract.
QuoteMr. LaClair, as much as I do respect your archery accomplishments, posting a picture of you shaking hands with a porn star clearly violates your contract.
Roger, making fun of one of the highlights of my archery career has forced me to release this picture taken just a few years ago at the Elm Hall traditional shoot. You and Greg Nicolaou
got your butt's whipped by the old man. To make matters worse I did it with an old bow that I had never shot before and had just bought off someone's table.
I just want to know where to get a bottle or 4 of Blantons, it's like liquid gold. That would be great incentive to train.
That’s interesting order of listing. The last time there was a shoot off with any of the Shrewhaven gang present (which was you, Greg and Ron), Ron whupped you and Greg like rented mules with a garage sale bow he had bought that weekend. However, I’m kinda liking this underdog position you’ve concocted for me. It’s beginning to make my Lil Favorite and cedar arrows synonymous with a sling and a rock from biblical times.
Ha, my super secret weapon, an Allen Shaffer crafted sting for my Lil Favorite, is on the way! You should just concede now to avoid the inevitable embarrassment.
You go ahead and believe Ron's concocted story about beating me and Greg that day. What he isn't telling you, is that the scorekeeping wasn't exactly agreed upon.It led to the following week with Mrs. Krogel keeping score. Ron was fit to be tied because being a gentleman he could intimidate the judge. Ask him who won THAT day....
Oh, that’s right, I wouldn’t want to take advantage of my good buddy so I set him up with my ace string builder. You shooting high tech expensive carbon arrows or plain ole wood arrows like me??
Ron, you are old and respected enough that you can tell the story any way you want. And I am really sorry about the buffalo. Being gone. Because you were probably hungry.
That’s really cute Roger. I’d suggest you stick to practicing your shooting and leave the poetry to your coach.
no ‘Waterloo’ site for you yet. Is there a comprehensive list of shoots we can view to discuss with the other Shrewhaven gang to see about comprehensive participation?? Otherwise I can see where this will go. I whup your butt and the next thing I know one of the other gang starts spouting off with delusions of grandeur like you and the whole thing starts all over again.
I’m way better looking
I won first place in a baby contest when I was little and have kept my good looks ever since
That’s part of Roger’s plan but he doesn’t realize I have nerves of steel. Now there was the time in Grayling that Ron, Greg and I were shooting the hand painted target course. I’m not going to name names, however the person in the group with the same initials proudly proclaims he’s just made a double lung shot. Of course the other two members couldn’t stop laughing enough to shoot a straight arrow seeing as how it would have been the finest ‘double lung’ gut shot we’d ever seen.
👍👍. Ah yes, the place of your last drubbing from a garage sale bow. Will be like a trip down memory lane for you.
Don’t quit your day job
Two friends met at the range in Elm Hall
One short and cocky, one humble and tall
One emptied his quiver, on the banks of Pine River
And the cocky one went home with it all
Clearly I am the best poet also.
App written. Seems to be working well. First three tests have me winning, must be correct.
Wish I could be present for this.
:archer2: vs :archer2:
Two Michiganders
Men amongst boys
Got up their dander
Took up their toys
The match was set
Date with location chosen
A bold friendly bet
Who's the best bowman
One took to bragging
The other took the bait
Who's butt would be dragging
Who's dancing a proud gait
Each knew he was best
Tried to convince the Gang
Strutted proudly for the rest
Two loud cymbals clang - clang
Seems these men were all talk
Didn't put on much of a show
Both shooters did balk
Wild arrows flew from each bow
As the embarrassment concluded
Arrows back in the quiver
Meekness from pride extruded
Tears running deep like a river
They sat with some Blantons
And toasted each other
We may not be shooters
But we're still Trad Gang Brothers
Here's to Men Like Us - Damn Few! We'll All Drink To That!
My spies got a look at Rogers last practice session:
Looking solid buddy😉
Psychological warfare only works if you understand your opponent. I’m a no anchor snap shooter so there’s no time for thinking.
Roger, this is an archery contest, not a beauty contest.
p.s. that’s a scruffy looking beard, does that mess with your shooting sometimes?? 😆