....and arrows flew!
Yeah Mudd, my shoulder was complaining a bit but not enough to matter.
After dinner we shot a bit and the darkness set in. I thought it was time to retire but Mudd had different plans... the "Duel" I spoke about in the first post.
Mudd's famous "pull tab" shoot is a tough one for sure. I got one all weekend. Can't say exactly what Mudd accomplished but you can imagine he kicked my butt there.
Now comes the eye-opener...pitch black and the Muddster tells me to get ready for the "candle".
I remember reading and/or hearing about that over the past few years but never gave it much thought...until now.
We each grabbed three arrows and walked out to the range where Roy lit a candle on a stand that centered the flame about center to the bales.
Back to 15 yards I stood next to my buddy and waited for a moment. He said "snuff the flame" and you win....hit the candle or miss altogether you lose. Easy enough.
Mudd had the little Alaskan I gave him on Friday. He went first. Shot once and the flame was still lit.
Oh...this will be easy...so I stepped up knocked an arrow and tried to focus on that tiny flicker before letting loose....I missed by a mile but that did not matter...nobody could see until we got to the target to pull arrows.
Next round...Mudd steps up, comes to full draw slowly and lets loose. To my surprise I see a tiny spark and the flame disappears! :eek:
He hit the wick and not the candle! I congratulate him for his "luck" to which he responded: "that was left hand Tony" ...sure enough.
He then switches to right hand and, with one shot, kills the flame again!
I never did put the lights out but did manage to kiss the candlestick once.
Mr. Mudd took me to school that evening. LOL!
What a blast.