When I was in school at Pitt, I had an apartment downtown Pittsburgh.

Well, it was the Thursday before archery season, and I hadn't shot my bow in two weeks. In a panic, I made a bag target out of some old clothes, blankets, towels and a 50# rock-salt bag. So take to the teeny little backyard downtown and started launching arrows into this bag.

Some of my neighbor friends (city folk) were watching this whole episode and laughing at me. Well, needless to say, one of the people in the high-rise next door didn't see the humor in it and the police showed up about 15 minutes into my session.

Lucky for me, I was sighted in pretty good. When they showed up, they couldn't stop laughing, but they did make me stop. They said it was the first time they've had an archery complaint downtown. The policemen were trying to draw the bow and were checking it out. They were going to try a few shots, but the old hag next door might not have taken too kindly to that, so we had to put the toys away.