I've heard enough of you guys... now here's a fast bow... so fast it allowed my grandad to retire. Many, many years ago, he was hunting in the Cascades northeast of Seattle. The day was clear, but there was a layer of icy sleet clouds over the ridge. That layer was acting as kind of a lens and reflecting what was on the other side. He could see an image of a huge elk, but I knew it would be tricky trying to figure a trajectory over the mountain to hit him. He had far more confidence in a straight shot, so he mentally triangulated and aimed at the rock wall in front of him. That arrow went right through the mountain, hit the elk in the breastbone and drove the carcass out of the hide, so he didn't have to dress him. Being tired, he didn't climb over the mountain to get to him, just walked through the hole the arrow had made in the ridge and packed the elk on back to town. Years later, the Burlington Railroad bought the rights to his arrow hole and used is as a tunnel, providing the basis for the family fortune. Now, that's the story as grandad told it. If you dobut me, the railroads gone, but you can still bicycle the tunnel on the John Wayne Trail. Anyway, that's how a fast bow allowed an old man to retire young.
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