About 18 years ago or so, I was practicing with my compound in my father-in-law’s backyard and I somehow bent an aluminum arrow. I messed with it, and finally got it fairly straight, and then I thought, what the heck, it’s old, so I nocked it and fired it at a 45 degree angle down into the salvage yard, which is heavily wooded…never to be seen again, I figured…the other day I was knocking around down there and right in front of me was the arrow sticking in the soft ground. How my father-in-law never ran over it with his wrecker I’ll never know. The fletching had fallen off and it was covered in moss…that arrow must have flown over 200 yards. I remember when it was because my brother-in-law was practicing with me and he was killed in a tractor accident just a month or so later…funny the things you remember.
