Archery…

more than men in tights…

It’s gonna hurt in the morning

I have spent much of this evening with my (primary) bow strung. First thing was to check everything over…then on to drawing it up a few times…and then a few times more.

Over the evening I drew up and let down gently about 6 dozen times. Due to the ceiling being so low I was perched on the edge of a stool, allowing the top limb to clear the ceiling (and light fittings) most of the time. I suppose the next stage is to bring the boss I’ve owned on and off for 3 years in from the garage and use it.

Having put my bow together and played for a bit I have come to the conclusion I need to replace my strings, they are fraying…so where can I get a purple/silver bi-colour string from?

It’s that time of year again…

When I pick up my bow and take to the shooting line to display my mediocrity.

 

Maybe I should shoot all year round…

I’ve taken the first step…

I don’t want to do it, but I must. I need to sell my beautiful compound bow. I’ve only shot it a few times in the three years I’ve had it, but I’ve wanted one for what seems like forever and then IT came along in the most entrancing of colour schemes and I had to make it mine.

Today I took pics of it ready to sell on fleabay, I need the money, I need the space, I need to concentrate on one form/classification. Probably in that order too…

Farewell beautiful…

Saying farewell to a bow is maybe just a touch weird but hey…that’s saner than I normally appear.