I remember when I had my first bow and arrows. I did some things that I sure cannot explain.
One time, I had the urge to skip an arrow off the ground underneath my dad's car. Rather than the arrow skipping off the ground as I had envisioned, it went right up the tail pipe! I looked up in there, couldn't see it. I went and got a flashlight. Still couldn't see it. Oh well I thought, it'll fall out one day while he's driving.
I seem to remember it was his '55 Chevy Biscayne but when I think of my age and when I got the bow for Christmas, now I think it must have been his '63 Biscayne. In any event, years later he had the muffler and tailpipe replaced and he came home with that arrow. He says, son do you know anything about this? He knew it was my arrow. I said yeah and told him the story. He gave me a little mini-lecture about doing potentially destructive things while trying not to laugh.
Another time...now this is really dumb...I was out with my bow in the springtime walking in the apple orchard. The trees were blossoming so they provided good cover from the air...I saw this plane about the size and shape of a Piper Cub (don't know for sure what type it was but that's close enough, it was a very small high wing tail dragger) flying along parallel to the tree rows and over one row. It was floating along very slow and very low. I have no idea what possessed me but I ducked under the nearest tree, under the thick layer of white blossoms. When that plane was directly over me I popped out and shot an arrow straight up and almost hit the thing! I had no intention of hitting it, I just thought it would be cool I guess to see how close I came. I watched that arrow going up, up, up as the plane lazily floated along and I was like oh crap it's gonna hit! No...no...noooo... Well it didn't hit thankfully and I immediately realized what a stupid thing that was to do and I think I said a little prayer thanking the Lord for covering me on that.
One time, I had the urge to skip an arrow off the ground underneath my dad's car. Rather than the arrow skipping off the ground as I had envisioned, it went right up the tail pipe! I looked up in there, couldn't see it. I went and got a flashlight. Still couldn't see it. Oh well I thought, it'll fall out one day while he's driving.
I seem to remember it was his '55 Chevy Biscayne but when I think of my age and when I got the bow for Christmas, now I think it must have been his '63 Biscayne. In any event, years later he had the muffler and tailpipe replaced and he came home with that arrow. He says, son do you know anything about this? He knew it was my arrow. I said yeah and told him the story. He gave me a little mini-lecture about doing potentially destructive things while trying not to laugh.
Another time...now this is really dumb...I was out with my bow in the springtime walking in the apple orchard. The trees were blossoming so they provided good cover from the air...I saw this plane about the size and shape of a Piper Cub (don't know for sure what type it was but that's close enough, it was a very small high wing tail dragger) flying along parallel to the tree rows and over one row. It was floating along very slow and very low. I have no idea what possessed me but I ducked under the nearest tree, under the thick layer of white blossoms. When that plane was directly over me I popped out and shot an arrow straight up and almost hit the thing! I had no intention of hitting it, I just thought it would be cool I guess to see how close I came. I watched that arrow going up, up, up as the plane lazily floated along and I was like oh crap it's gonna hit! No...no...noooo... Well it didn't hit thankfully and I immediately realized what a stupid thing that was to do and I think I said a little prayer thanking the Lord for covering me on that.