I just knew if I drove down to Compton's today there'd be trouble. I just knew.
Leaving my driveway, I thought, maybe I should hit the ATM for a few $100 bucks, just in case I find a deal I can't pass up. You know, insurance. I struggled with myself, but thought "hey, what are the odds of finding a bow I can't pass up?"
I know I can always sell a bow in my rack on the Tradgang classified's to finance a new bow, in the rare event I find a new must have bow, right? Right?
So, about 40 seconds into the Compton's vendor tent, I found myself staring at a 58" Thunderstick Mag 42@28. I've always wanted a 58" Thunderstick Mag, low 40's@28.
I feel taken advantage of, because Jim Reynolds said "feel free to shoot it all you want". Well I don't know about you, but giving supply to an addicted person will never help him from his addiction. It's just not fair! Anyone know a good attorney specializing in longbow addiction?
Needless to say, I took a deep breath and knew I could control myself, I'm not a weak child, afterall. So I calmly said "yes, I'd love to shoot it."
I gingerly waltzed in the drizzle over to the Compton's "test" range, for a quick 3 arrows and then I planned on thanking Jim and going about my business.
Ah, but here's where the trouble arouse. On the 1st draw, the 42 pounder felt like melted butter, with no difference between the first inch drawn and the last.
*#@$ Compton's and Jim Reynolds!
After shooting 30 some arrows, the palm of my hand reflexily tapped the wallet in my pocket. Yup, it was still there.
My inner demons then had a very short deliberation. I've always wanted a 58" 40 something Thunderstick Mag and now I have one in my very hands. And it's pretty. And there's no wait for Jim to build one for me. And there's nobody to talk me out it.
*#@$ Compton's!
As I drove home with my new bow in the front seat of the truck, I knew I couldn't wait to adjust the brace and nock point and test in my basement range.
Upon shooting the bow in the basement, I glanced over at a set of unused bowhush and hush puppy's and came to the very quick conclusion that this sweet shooting, butter draw, quiet bow was going to be in my hands on the first day I hit the woods of the Michigan archery season.
*#@$ Compton's!