Man vs. Arrow. Same scenario as above, hot summer day, same crew. We were out there up to no-good yet again. This time, I managed to bend an arrow into a rainbow, probably doing something dumb. It was bent too badly to straighten out, so I just figured I'd scrap it.

Not one to waste a shootable arrow, I had a brainstorm - send it out in a blaze of glory. It looked like it had enough spine left for one more ride.

Now, there I stand in the middle of this field with a rainbow-shaped arrow and bow-in-hand, when this unsuspecting crow flies over. He was maybe 200 feet up - in range! So, I nocked that arrow and horked it back. I settled the pins out ahead of him a pretty good piece (leading him) and put my finger on the trigger. All my friends were quietly looking on (you know how you get real quiet and watch when you know somebody is about to do something really dumb). I touched the trigger...

After the dust settled, I was laying on the ground, with a bloody bruisethe full length of my left forearm, with two halves ofsome busted-uparrow laying beside me, and all my friends roaring with laughter. Crow unscathed.