Stringing the stronger bows was no mean feat, then there was that nasty slap of the wrist from the bowstring--hence the necessity of the wrist guard.
But use one as a weapon? You could put your eye out.
Much easier over at the rifle range, from .22 to 30.06.
A study of European and oriental archery might show the Native American product to be technologically arrested.
Which shortfall has been more than compensated in the development of the state of the art casino which rips the average wallet right out of any honkie dog soldier stupid enough to blunder inside.
Just in: a secretly recorded telephone conversation suggests that George Bush got so hammered he drove off a bridge into the Chappaquiddick River and left Mary Jo Kopechne to suffocate and die.
Or perhaps it was something of less consequence but hyped more by orders of magnitude in order to demonstrate media bias.
"Bat 21" was showing on History Channel's "Movies In Time" today and I followed the action as Gene Hackman is SAM'd out of an RB-66 and teams up with Danny Glover.
When Gene Hackman melodramatically winced as the NVA shot one of its own wounded I could stomach no more of Hollywood's revisionist garbage and returned to monitoring Discovery Channel's coverage of launch and christening of a new destroyer "Forged In Steel".
We had done work for an Air Force vet whose memories of the B-66 included the admonition that "we got our work on the planes done in the morning because in the desert [California?] the tools would get so hot in the sun by the afternoon we couldn't handle them".
He also recalled it was difficult moving in the aircraft to use the piss tube; leading me to wonder how the lines at McCain's grave will be handled since he told Chris Matthews that She Who Must Be Oyveyyed would make a good president.
On a sobering note a friend for twenty years who was a tool-em and fuel-em in Vietnam now has emphysema [after ignoring our nagging to quit smoking lo all these years] and is wheezing by on inhalers putting off oxygen.
It's not fair that good people should suffer so I have volunteered Bill Clinton to take our friend's place when the Grim Reaper arrives.
I mean, if it's dark and you've got a quota, who cares, right.
