Once a month I get off at 3 pm on Friday and of course, I head straight to the woods. I hurry and change, sign in, and take my bow out of the case. I notice a small black piece fall to the ground. I picked it up, looked it over, looked at my bow, and my case and saw nothing amiss. Next, I grabbed my climber and headed to my spot.

Once I get in the woods I'm greeted with fresh deer poo and a "scrape"...more of a pawing of the ground than anything. "I'm pumped!" [8D] I climb up the tree and get all settled in and pull up my bow and my pack. Once I knocked an arrow I expected it to lay on the riser since my bow is laying across the rail of my Summit. I knew something wasn't right when my arrow didn't lay down on the riser. DING! Light bulb went off. That little black piece was slide from my cable guard! [:@] As Ron White would say..."That spun me in to a whole new level of pissed off!" Perfect afternoon and I'm in the tree with a non-functioning bow! [:@] Luckily I was able to get it fixed so I'll be back at it in the morning!