Normal blogging to resume shortly, last week’s torrent of 15 posts was pretty taxing.
Over the weekend, went “up north” with the wife & dog to visit her family, beat my six-year-old nephew at archery, let the dog run wild in the woods, had some good burgers, pancakes, cheese dip, chili, and whiskey (not for the same meal!), beat the father-in-law at euchre, walked the back 40, played with a chipmunk-rifle, etc.
In the meantime, if Obama takes away all the guns, I’m covered:
Now, if only I could figure out how to hit anything other than the broad side of a barn…
No, in all seriousness, I was much better with a bow than I was the last time I shot one, which was probably summer camp circa 1993. I could hit a my target at 25 yards with about every third arrow, and the misses were close.
For the most part.
