Maybe I'm stronger than I thought I was.
There don't seem to be any leftist wackos on this list, so I'll post this little tale.
I have an English Mastiff. He's a truly fabulous family pet, but he's bigger than some small horses. He also HATES cats.
Guess what people in our neighborhood do. They let their stinking cats run loose. What's worse, these cats taunt my Mastiff. He's literally jerked me off my feet trying to get at them. This is no small feat. Svelt I ain't.
Here I am, shooting at some 1" stickers at 20 yards yesterday evening, when who should show up to observe my practice session? The ring-leader of "del gatos locos". There he sits, watching me shoot, at about 35 degrees from my target. He's right at the base of my backstop.
I can put a shaft in his vitals at that distance. No problem there. Why didn't I? It's a 70 degree evening and everybody and their kids are taking an evening 'constitutional' around the neighborhood. Too many witnesses.
Actually, what saved this animal's sorry hide was the knowledge that it belongs to a sweet little girl who's always polite and loves to pet our big, slobbery puppy.
I'm getting soft in my old age.
brianb
P.S. Forgive the 'blog' here. I thought this might strike a chord with some of my fellow archers.
There don't seem to be any leftist wackos on this list, so I'll post this little tale.
I have an English Mastiff. He's a truly fabulous family pet, but he's bigger than some small horses. He also HATES cats.
Guess what people in our neighborhood do. They let their stinking cats run loose. What's worse, these cats taunt my Mastiff. He's literally jerked me off my feet trying to get at them. This is no small feat. Svelt I ain't.
Here I am, shooting at some 1" stickers at 20 yards yesterday evening, when who should show up to observe my practice session? The ring-leader of "del gatos locos". There he sits, watching me shoot, at about 35 degrees from my target. He's right at the base of my backstop.
I can put a shaft in his vitals at that distance. No problem there. Why didn't I? It's a 70 degree evening and everybody and their kids are taking an evening 'constitutional' around the neighborhood. Too many witnesses.
Actually, what saved this animal's sorry hide was the knowledge that it belongs to a sweet little girl who's always polite and loves to pet our big, slobbery puppy.
I'm getting soft in my old age.
brianb
P.S. Forgive the 'blog' here. I thought this might strike a chord with some of my fellow archers.