Aim Small, Miss Small: The Mystical Flight of the Arrow

Aim Small, Miss Small: The Mystical Flight of the Arrow

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Uncle Ted and his good buddy Razor Dobbs with a fat doe everyone enjoyed around the grill!

Young Ted had it made. Had my very 1st bow by the time I could walk (which was before my 2nd birthday) and quite honestly I never put it down in all these 68 glowing arrow flinging years!

I don’t shoot arrows, I am the arrow!

I am also hopelessly human, which brings about a series of lifetime misgivings and human shortcomings. From the very beginnings of my mystical flight of the arrow life, I could really zing those arrows accurately, pretty much wherever I wished them to zing.

The untainted instinctive hand-eye coordination of youth is truly a thing to behold,…



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