I was sitting there thinking of fletching up some arrows and trying to hit on the combination that would give me a thrill when suddenly my mind started to wander. I thought of meeting up with my brother and his comments on them. I know he"™d like them but is very practical, feathers have problems one of them is getting wet.
I thought of the day I"™d be sitting on stand in the rain, "I"™d cover the fletchings" I thought, but then saw the one that would be nocked. Try as I might I couldn"™t see a solution there except spinning it dry after the rain stopped. I then saw the movement needed to do it and the deer picking it upblowingme a kiss as it waved goodby. "That doesn"™t thrill me at all"the guy I saw sitting in the stand think. Some thing needs to be done but what?
My mind raced and hit upon a solution. I saw ducks and geese diving down in the water, coming up dry, "I"™d use those". "Now were getting some where!". But then I was confused as my mind went to the past, long ago, to the beginnings of feathers here and wondered,
What idiot saw a bird that doesn"™t really fly, more like jumps to high for it"™s own good and then crashes thought, the feathers from that bird would be good on an arrow?