My strong language and violence does not occur while using it. I am pretty good with my hands, indeed, adroit. Yes, I put the damn feather in the clamp, apply the tape, rub the plastic till it is warm and cuddly on the quill, remove the plastic, clamp to the shaft, rub everything that I can reach, and go to the next. Pull the arrow from the jig, and rub down the quills some more. Why can't I get MY quills rubbed like that? :mad:
My cussing starts when I pull an arrow out of the quiver and see that a feather's insistence on crawling has unseated the drop of glue at both ends of the fletch, dragging it kicking and screaming to wherever it decides to camp for the nonce. Or it is leaning like a lovestruck drunk at the feather next door, which of course, is leaning as far away as it can from the oafish lout it finds itself neighboring.
Or it has fallen off in front of the rugged Bunny Hunters of Albany. With all that futzing around making sure the tape has stuck, I may as well have used the glue, and saved myself some embarrassment.
Killdeer