So, there I was, out in the yard, shooting my bow. It was a beautiful afternoon. The bluebirds and robins were flitting about, my dogs were rolling in the cool grass, a storm rumbled in the distance. I hitting a fist-sized target from a variety of different yardages. Arrow after arrow zipped into my chosen spot.
I was well pleased. My mind drifted to the unopened pack of 200 grain Woodsman broadheads I had on my desk. I had almost forgotten about them. Wanting to see how they fly, I dashed inside, tore open the pack and screwed one on to the GT 7595.
Back outside, I took aim from around 20 yards. Zip, right into the spot I had picked on the Block. It penetrated all the way through and was poking out a good 5". I pulled it and went to another spot. Ten yards. Zip, right on the spot. Again. Twenty-five yards. Perfect. Hmmm. I'm feeling pretty confident.
It wasn't going to come out quietly, either. So, I took a hammer and chisel to my glorious maple.
After much whacking and wailing, I freed my $10 prize. There's a quarter-sized hole in my tree, but at least I salvaged my broadhead. I stood there thinking how fortunate I was to save the head, when I noticed a little ding on one edge. I must have pryed into it with the chisel. No big deal. Then I noticed that the entire tip was bent. Actually it's more like the top 1/3 is bent. %$*&*(#! It's useless now, unless I can figure out how to straighten it.
Lessons learned: Don't get cocky. Don't strut. Don't shoot maple trees with new broadheads.
How's that for a long, drawn-out tale?