with the acceptance that my week isn’t a fiver,,, Humpday was actually last night between days. Oh well, nitpickin’ I be; just making up words as I get me thoughts in line.
This weekend is winter Kamp with Bruddas B and J. And its lookin’ like winter is gonna be on top of us for the entirity. Calling for mid twenty nights and no better than high forties during the days. Yay us! LOL At least there ain’t gonna be no buggies feasting on our blood.
And I’m of a mind to leave the damned phone here at the house. Probably won’t, as I do have a Da that occasionally needs to contact me for whatever reasons. I’m the closest kid in case of emergencies. the rest are states away. But I doubt I’m gonna be doing much poasting from Kamp.
Taking the stick throwers with me. Those were a huge hit last Kamp and both of my Bruddas insisted “Again, Don’t Forget The Bows!!!” There’s something mindsoothing in the primitive arts, and bow-n-arrow are quite the Zen sport IMO. No strange cam set-ups, no sights and toggled releases, just stick, string, arrow and fingers.
I’m sort of the whackadoo on targets though. I use a softball on a string. (drill 1/4″ hole through the softball and run a section of paracord through it, knotted on both sides, then hang from tree limb.) My point being “aim small, miss small” And you know damned well when you hit that ball! If you can reliably hit that ball, you won’t miss the heart shot when needed.
Note I did not mention ranges?
I don’t set ranges. I teach myself (and by extension, my Bruddas) to gauge the shot as it presents itself. It may be 10 yards today, 20 the next or somewhere between 10 and 40,,, But sight shooting is best done instinctually, and thats what I try for (and by extension, those I teach to shoot,,) When I walk in the woods with a stickthrower, I use either bunnybusters or those 4 pronged stump cutters. Those won’t get lost in the weeds the way a feild point will. And I shoot off the cuff, as a target (usually rotted tree stumps) comes in sight. That ranging thing becomes completely natural and unthought.
been a minute or 10000 since I last walked the woods with a bow. Last time was when Voodoo was still rarin’ to go walkies,,,
I may try again with Cozzie this summer. Right now, thats a no-go. I grab the bow or a rifle and he’s “I’m outta here!” and into the woods. sigh,,, (he ain’t gonna be happy about the kayaking thing either. He hates the water from all I’ve seen, and he won’t fit in a kayak. May need to swtich to a canoe,,,)
Tomorrow is EOW for me, and I talked the Old Man into cutting my check early so I can get an earlier start on Freeday. Still need to load up (Miss my Buffalo and the luxury of a back seat area that actually fits HUMANS,,,or loads of campgear.)
I am SO ready for some time away from everything. No, I’m not running away, I’m taking a break, well needed, and unloading some baggage at the same time. Shadow work in some ways (and those of you who know Carl Jung understand what I mean.) Had some dark thoughts of late that need addressed, incorporated and nullified.
And thats why my Bruddas and I take winter Kamp so seriously. We get that space to do such and no sane person wants to join us. ROFL (though Wife of J mentioned that she thought to come out Freeday night wearing a Jason mask, except she knows how armed up we all are,,, Friday being the 13th I told her “full of large 45 caliber holes and looking like a pincushion is not a becoming image.” LOL)
Anybloozerwhoozits,,, I may or may not poast, (probably tomorrow, but not as likely freeday or satyrday) so y’all gotta keep the shop in order while I’m gone.
Love y’all
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