Once upon a time, in a forest made of foam and concrete a young maiden, okay a maiden stumbled upon a spry young lad who was leaning against a stump talking to a little rabbit and whittling a tree limb. She thought to herself, how odd to find a talking rabbit but asked the spry young lad why he was whittling the tree limb. He responded by telling the maiden he was making a bow and some arrows so that he could hunt a squirrel for himself and his rabbit friend for lunch. A bow and arrows, how interesting she thought and went on her merry way. After a fortnight, the maiden came across the spry young lad who proudly-yet humbly-showed her how, with a little time and a good knife you can turn a tree limb into a beautifully functional bow and some arrows. As anyone would have been, she was greatly impressed with such fine workmanship and skill. After much conversation about the bow, the young lad offered to show her how to use one...of course in case she ran into the Big Bad Wolf while skipping through the forest. With a bow and some arrows in hand, she commenced her lesson. After being laughed at , deservedly so, by the spry young lad for her lack of skill at hitting the target, she noticed her arm and how colorful it had become. Though in obvious discomfort she forged on with excitement coursing through her for this new acquired skill. She thought to herself, how enjoyable and fun....and maybe just maybe one day with a little practice she too could hit the target with the arrow-or at least get closer to it. The end.
The face of obvious discomfort...
Colorful arm, part 1 (about 1 1/2 later)
Colorful arm, part 2
See Papa John, I didn't even tell anyone that it's your fault I will never be able to bend my arm again. :)
oh and ps, archery is the coolest. It's great fun, great exercise and the stress that you release when letting those arrows fly across the room-priceless. I LOVED it and can't wait to do it again.
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