The story continues:
I went out to get the mail. Maybe I have a love note from the postman saying I need to come down and sign for my tube? Just maybe? I've been looking for that note almost every day for the last several months when I don't see something on the front porch.
Mailbox was empty.
Oh well, maybe my bow is hung up in customs....
And then I thought about checking the back door. Years ago, the postlady used to drop off at the back door as she can actually drive closer to it. When she would do that, she'd drop off the regular mail at the door as well. The new postman usually drops it off on the front porch, but you never know.
I started hustling in the dark, and as I followed the driveway around I could see it in the dark.
Kevin, that is one sweet bow my friend. I strung it up and pulled it back. Awesome. Can't wait to go shoot it tomorrow with a little light (or at least prior to midnight -- does that make it later today?)
I'll also get some better photos including a hero shot in the next day or two.
-Dave