I helped the Boy Scouts have shoots at our range the last couple of years. I was having fun and so were they it seemed with our stick bows and arrows. Of course the boys bows and arrows were a mix match of what we could scrounge but they worked and it made them no mas. All was good then some father showed up with his two boys and they were all sporting nice shiny new compounds, carbon arrows and sights. Whoa, I lost my popularity standing in a heartbeat, except for one lad. He hung on to his wood bow and handful of arrows like they were going to run away from him. He looked up at me, smiled and said “Let’s go shoot”. Made my heart feel good. He went home with that bow and one less than that fistful of arrows. That one less we spent forever trying to find. He’d lost a best friend in that gone missing arrow methinks.
So maybe there’s one for the future out there for our side. And at least there were some boys out and about and not playing with electronics for awhile no matter what the equipment they preferred. That’s the hard part for me and my grandsons, getting them out. 18, 17 year olds got girls on the brain. The 12 year old, he thinks he’s as big as his brothers but he has an Ipod super glued to his brain.
