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Let’s start with a little teaser photo…mostly because I am whipped and it’s too late to work on the others. More photos to come, but for now here is (big bow to small) LimbLover, Ripcord, Patrick and Crookedstick.
Kinda funny to me…sort of a bow evolution photo right up to the big boy with the big boy bow, except somebody had to turn their bow the wrong way. It was great to meet you guys. You were right, the course we were on was pretty sweet! Yet another really nice 3D course, and in spite of some bad shots I came away with the same number of arrows I started with…I think:)
Great venue for the GLLI, my first time there. We shot that course late enough in the day that nobody else was around and the history of those woods seemed to come alive around us.
LimbLover, thanks for giving us a shoutout from across the poison ivy field!
Stay tuned…
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Although Nick recognized us because of CrookedStick’s hat, I’m sure that the flash of bright, white light (I usually refer to them as my legs), is what caught his attention (and distracted him, which may caused him to miss).
It was nice to FINALLY meet you guys in person!
Although the humidity was oppressive this morning, I finally redeemed myself and beat Tyler.
Tyler was there too, but he hung out at camp due to a sore wrist (the reason he didn’t make the photo).
Here’s our camp. Note the versatility of a longbow: 🙂
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Here’s more of the story with pics if ya want to come along with us through a course at GLLI:
As I said before, I like signs. A bit of irony here though, the lawbreaking idiots that shot up the park sign at least used shotgun slugs, thus following the ‘shotgun zone only’ rules in that area! Idiots.
And since this is TradBow, I figured I’d better get da back o’ da hat. (He’s shooting a Yooper bow, so ya gotta get da language right.)
I’ll call this one ‘Father and Son: A Study in Concentration’.
Yet another 10-ring…smokin’ the ol’ man.
A pretty darned cool little cabin/hunting shack greeted us on the back 40 between targets. It was quiet and nobody else was on the course…and it just finished raining. History…you could just feel it.
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Ok, more shootin’ pics. We’re gonna have to get with some other folks on the range just to get pics of other folks on here. C’mon guys, I know others had cameras on the course. Post ’em up!
Here’s Patrick…and there’s that neat log hut back there on the wood line.
There’s that crazy hat again…
Had to throw in this one to show the aiming points I gave him to shoot at! When I finally make a good shot, or two, I take a picture!
This is how we stupid city boys shoot at skunks…quartering AWAY…DUH.
No caption needed.
And here’s the sucker bet I took. Patrick said I had to aim at a spot on the deer JUST to the right of the tree and see if I could do it. So instead of cheating, I did it. That fresh green hole in the center just below the knot is the result:cry: The fat bullet point smacked and bounced right back. The second shot, however, was right on…and hit only about 3/4″ to the right of the first one…but in the kill zone!
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Last batch I think. And this one is a little photo story…
Mr. Patrick goes for the two bucks fighting in the clearing.
Sooner or later all of us discover the targets are one arrow short so we have to make that inevitable trip behind the critters to look 8)
After a bit of searching under the leaves, ya gotta remember to look up. 😯
And of all things, ol’ Patrick punched right into a giant poison ivy vine (dang, there was a LOT of poison ivy!).
So since I was the designated arrow puller outer on that course, I made Patrick clean off that poison ivy juice so I could keep on tightening his field tips when I pulled arrows.
The END. Thanks for coming along.
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