At the highland games of all places (see previous post lol) under the lunch tent and on top of a pile of band equipment there lies a quiver full of arrows. Nice arrows. Cedar arrows. With feather fletches o_O OK so who's arrows are these!? Of course no one knows but a little while later I find it is one of the bandmember's dad's and I finally meet up with him and we get to chatting -he does long bow at the few highland games that hold comps so scratch on that but I do off the shelf recurve so it now appears I may get to tag along with him to the state championships this month LOL
I suck needless to say -but hey, archery is fun ;)
another funky small world moment yayers
