Rack-Attack, I found a flyweight Gold Tip laying on a 3-D course once. Curiousity got the better of me and I launched it at the next target. My normally silent selfbow actually made an annoying twang, and its familiar bump in the hand felt like a mule kick...clear evidence that it didn' t like that arrow. Once the numbness left my arm and my teeth stopped chattering, I vowed never to put the bow through such torture again. The bow forgave me and spent the rest of the day spitting heavy birch arrows into the dead zones of those targets.

Even the Gold Tip didn' t like the experience. The damn thing couldn' t get off the bow fast enough, flying like a branded bull across the target' s back and into parts unknown. Perhaps it' s orbiting the moon by now, for all I know. I bet the thing only weighed 5 grains/lb or some nonsense for the poundage I was shooting. I' m lucky the bow didn' t skin itself inside out and take me with it. []

Yep, Hard hitting wooden hunting bows like heavyweight arrows. Unless I filled a Gold Tip up with a spool of weedwacker line, a pint of Guiness, or an ounce of birdshot, the thing would serve better duty being cut into pieces for picnic straws. The lightest woodie I shoot is still probably half again as heavy as the fiber wrapped dart I dared to launch...which reminds me, I' ve got a pack of Martha' s Stewart' s finest bamboo tomato stakes that I' ve been meaning to fletch up for a while now... (Do you believe people waste them on garden duty?) With a hardwood foreshaft and heavy trade point, they might be a " little" heavy. But...It' s a good thing.