So, I stopped at the pro shop to have a String Tamer put on the Mace, and get the last of thestring vibration eliminated, and add the final touch before hunting season... So I did, and it worked awesome.


String Tamer - nice product, but this is NOT a post about String Tamers... or STS's... Or Mean V's...

So, I take it back into the range to make sure my zero didn't change, and take a few shots, going over my marks.

In walks this guy, complaining wife in tow. A walking stereotype - half pound of skoal in his lip, spare tire gut, big buck tattoo, NASCAR shirt, camo hat, very obviously shooting his bow for the first time this year... He's got this old PSE Polaris, and a fistfull of XX75 2117's.

Now, I'll give anyone the benefit of the doubt. I've seen some people really shoot those old PSE bows. I say "hello" and make some small talk. I try not to judge people, I really do,but stereotypes are stereotypes,so sometimes you just can't help yourself. We talked a little deer hunting - he says he's on a monster buck, the usual b.s. Anyway...

A finger shooter, he points the bow at the ceiling and horks it back - growling as it broke over the wall. We're not talking about a little grunt. This was a full-blown ROAR. Like the sound a powerlifter makes when he puts up 385 on the flat bench...

So the string is coming back... coming back... still coming back... He finally anchors it all the way BEHIND HIS JAW, and puts his eyeball right up against the peep sight (like he's looking through a monocular), takes aim, and turns it loose. I swear to god, his hand was all the way back behind his ear, eyelashes brushing up against the peep sight. Arrow missed a 3-spot target by 4'. String WHALES him in the wrist.

He proceeds to cuss like a sailor.

Nocks another arrow, repeats ("RAWWWWRRRR!!!").This one hits3' away from the target - on the opposite side!

He told me that he thinks his glove was not fitting right, because he usually "groups 'em so tight that you can barely fit a dollar bill between the arrows." (He wasn't joking).

I couldn't even shoot anymore... It was taking everything I had to refrain from just totally wetting myself. Dude, everytimethis guywould shoot,he drew with a triumphant ROAR, and theshot was followed by a profanity-laced tirade, and I'd just peek over at his lane to see where he hit - always 2+ feet off center. LMAO I was dying. I couldn't even hold my own bow back. I swear - the funniest thing you ever saw.

Everytime he would hit the 2'x2' target (anywhere on the paper) - his old lady would clap and cheer like a Jerry Springer episode.

People wonder why I am the way I am. This is why. This fool plans on taking his bow out and bowhunting...The shop owner and I even tried to help him out - told him that his DL was "a touch too long," and he (and his old lady)wanted to argue with me about it. Guy (and his old lady) insisted that he was just "a little rusty." Seriously...

Things like that make methink that you should have to take some kind of accuracy or equivalency test before you're allowed to bowhunt.

Unreal. [>:]

The gene pool could use a little chlorine.

I swear - I wish you guys could've seen it. I thought I was on Candid Camera or something.