It's ten degrees outside with thirty mile per hour winds (gusting to forty). It's times like this when I tend to ponder things....a dangerous endeavor at times. At any rate, I noticed I have seven shootable bows hanging in my bow room (cellar). I calculated the cost of all seven and came to a total of $561.72. I know....I'm just an extravagant galoot 8^).
I noticed a few other things: The only blackberries I have are in quart bags in the freezer, with some wild bushes growing along the neighbor's fence.
My laptop holds a peanut butter sandwhich as I type a few words on this thread; it's real handy though as I can simply reach to my lap and pick up the sandwich. Too bad you can't have a laptop when standing.
My only B.W., is in a state of repair...the glass has just a slight crack in it though so it may make the winter okay. It is a broken window in the cellar (bow room) so it isn't all that bad.
My only E.F.O.C. is down to just a F.O.C. since I started rationing myself with the peanut butter sandwiches that I hold on my laptop. I only allow myself one per day.
My only Single Bevel is a wood chisel hanging on a nail above the work bench in my bow room (cellar). It serves many purposes from cutting an arrow shelf, to peeling paint from an old riser.
Most of the carbon I have is emitted through the chimney, or my Silverado's tailpipe, although I do seem to have some on the inside of my furnace fire door.
There are no sleeping indians, whisker biscuits, or designer camoflauged wool coats. No bow bolts, turbulators or even difibrulators. There are lots of arrow shards and feather fronds lying around in my cellar (bow room).
Even in my depths of poverty, I can see a light through the dimly lit confines of my bow room (cellar). It's the big air space at the bottom of the door...allowing for the cfc's to escape and the extreme cold to come in. Alas it is a veritable paradise, surrounded by arrow shards and feather fronds....Fletchtite and Duco....Mink Oil and Acetone. Just like Heaven, I suspect 8^).