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Author Topic: Funny Experince  (Read 755 times)

Offline Swamp Pygmy

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Re: Funny Experince
« Reply #20 on: July 03, 2008, 04:44:00 PM »
its funny how tough they wanna act and how fragile their equipment is.

ask them to dunk it in swamp water. give it a few shakes and knock it against your boot to dry off. put an arrow on and it'll still work.

Can we get someone to try that with their matthews or hoyt please?

I always laugh when I see guys on tv walk down a well worn path with their bow axles encased, their sight encased, all worried about a single twig or branch ruining a piece of equipment. Even the sights are a hundred bucks. I don't think many people bushwhack with their catapults.
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Offline Oliverstacy

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Re: Funny Experince
« Reply #21 on: July 03, 2008, 07:41:00 PM »
If someone questions why I'm shooting traditional and if I'm any good (I'm getting better) I usually tell them "anytime you're ready to take the training wheels off let me know"...usually shuts them up.

Josh
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Offline Autumnarcher

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Re: Funny Experince
« Reply #22 on: July 03, 2008, 09:43:00 PM »
A couple years agog me and the other guys in my firehouse were getting ready to fling some arrows behind the station. They were all sitting at the picnic table with their allen wrenches etc tinkering. I strung my longbow, and waited till they were ready. Of course when the ribbing started, I pulled a $20 bill out of my wallet, and layed it on the table and bet anyone who wanted I'd beat them at 20 yds with one arrow even steven.

Of course one said I'll give ya 10 yds. I smiled, said ok- and buried an arrow dead center. As he nocked up an arrow, I tapped him on the shoulder, and handed him his wrenches.
I told him now take off the sight, string loop, drop away rest, stabilizer, and release THEN you can shoot from 10 yds.

He declined. I smiled, told him to keep his money and buried another arrow in the target.
...stood alone on a montaintop, starin out at a great divide, I could go east, I could go West, it was all up to me to decide, just then I saw a young hawk flyin and my soul began to rise......

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