I was going through some old archery related stuff today and came upon this poem I wrote years ago.
Thought y'all might get a kick out of it...
The reason I quit shooting a compound
was the copious amounts of beard hair found
at the nock on the string
from the arrows I'd fling
so a bandanna was used as a beard bound :saywhat:
:biglaugh:
:biglaugh: :laughing: