Target or Hunting Bow?

Someone dared me to attempt shots at 50 yards with Sparrowhawk. Suffice to say, I was impressed with the results :)



Here's a group at the 30 yards while really tired:

A Day Late...

Yesterday was the 50th anniversary of the first atmospheric CO2 measurements from Mauna Loa by C.D. Keeling and the beginning of the construction of the Keeling curves. Heck, if politician and other non-exciting types get celebrated, why not scientists who actually do something exciting?

Pictures From the Cell Phone

I saw a really beautiful red-tailed hawk earlier today on campus. It was a shame I only had the cell phone, which doesn't do him or her justice, but maybe I'll see some more up-close and personal.

I also had an unusually good group at 30 yards with my freshly built 27.75" 1916s with 125 grain points and 5" parabolic-cut fletching. This was while I was blind-baling to help combat some of the target panic issues I still seem to have.

I can't wait for the collard greens to finish cooking so I can enjoy them with some home-made deer meatloaf!

Arrows A-Plenty

I've now got me a set of both relatively thin arrows that my compound will be happy with until about 47.5 lbs and a set of thicker, heavy arrows that will let me crank up the draw weight to 50 lbs (and a bit more). I'm actually impressed that my bow, even with my painfully short draw length (25") and light draw (45 lbs), likes the CXL 150s when a good friend of mine with a "real" draw length (28") and stronger draw (close to 60 lbs) on a high-performance bow uses them at full (28.5") length! Cutting off 5 inches really stiffens up the shaft, but I guess the 75 grain point does soften it a bit.

Interesting Object

Any guesses what this is?

Grab-Bag

I was digging through my hard disk and found some recent pictures that I felt like posting just for the heck of it.

This was a 35 foot walk-up (35, 30, 25, 20 yards) on the "bunny" targets during practice.

This was from about 30 yards at Gator Bowmen with Sparrowhawk. There's obviously some grouping by the types of arrows: Easton Legacy 1916s, Easton Super Slam XX78 2016, and Gold Tip Hunter 3555.

Biking Along SR 24

I almost reached the city of Archer, just west of Gainesville on my bike. The only thing that stopped me from attempting it was the lack of anything resembling a bike lane. Duration of trip from start to finish: 2 hrs. Except for a few traffic-light ridden spots, I was in racing mode. Thank goodness for that new seat on my bike or my butt would be cursing at me! Sometimes, it's just way too nice of a day to be working on term projects and I just need that outdoor exercise time more than anything else!

Rolling a 1 on a d20 on a Saving Throw or Attack Roll

I shot my first official American 900 at The Villages this morning with the Equalizer. I scored a pretty decent 806/900 -- not bad for being first timer at this, even if I did practice a bit. Oddly, I felt unusually relaxed and I was able to settle into my form really well and just focus on the target. Maybe it was practically being uncontested in my division or maybe because I knew that unless something really went wrong, there was no risk of me losing any arrows. Whatever it was, I just shot really well. It also helped being able to see the target!


Then I had the critical fumble of the millenium. My string loop took a bit of a munching at the 900 and I went to the pro-shop to chat with some friends and get things checked out. Two of my friends had been shooting a Vegas-style round and I decided to join in, thinking things were going to be ok until we were done. And then... it all happened at once. As I drew back one of many shots as I always did, I suddenly felt the back-tension release go off before I hit full anchor and the bow kicked back as it was supposed to and it fell at my feet, bouncing like a robotic Tigger. When I picked the bow up, my friend (a master bow-mechanic and wonderful mentor) evaluated the damage. My upper cam was severely bent and my string loop was no longer a loop. So now my poor Equalizer is sitting in line at the shop for some serious repair work. With the number of bow accidents I've been having, I'm starting to think that maybe there's a curse, perhaps from trusty little Sorondil-Telcontar in his (yes, I see the bow as male) envy at the other bows that have come into my life. Or maybe I just got a badly weighted 20-sided die and I've been rolling a lot of 1's.

Speaking of rolling 1's, I think I may've just missed a saving throw somewhere, either one versus spells (for you AD&D types) or a Will Save (for you 3rd/3.5th edition types) or maybe a Reflex Save (also 3/3.5)... I need to re-roll and hope I can get a better roll after improving my odds of making the save...

Compound Adventures

That's one neat looking spider there! I nearly shot the poor thing from 60 yards.


That one shot in the center of the "X" is noteworthy at 45 yards. It's a lot easier to aim when I can see the dot on my scope!


How does one get a 20X0? This is how! This one was at 50 yards. Apparently I'm either dropping my bow-arm as I release or my sight-tape is off. I think it's me dropping the bow-arm a bit because that new stabilizer is pretty darned heavy!

Staring Down the Barrel of a Gun... Kinda

It was only the second time in the tree-stand at my friend's hunting club and a crisp, cold morning where I welcomed some of the sunlight. I think we had been sitting in our stands since a bit after 0600hrs -- my friend is on a climbing stand on a big palm tree while I'm sitting on a 15 foot ladder stand that he designated as a gun stand. I could see why he put that rifle in my hands, why he wanted me to use that instead of a bow. We hadn't really seen anything unless you count the neat-looking bugs and birds that flew around us. My friend was getting somewhat fidgety and was thinking about heading out in about 20-30 minutes if we didn't see anything.

Then from the 15 foot high ladder stand, I saw some objects moving about 25 yards away and my first thought was coyotes. Then they came closer and they didn't have the coyote-like look and then I realized that the three objects were deer. There were two yearlings and a large, mature doe -- one of the yearlings I recognized was a "button buck". Silently, I flipped the safety into the "off" position and raised the rifle while the deer began to feed. The doe looked up at me and I could feel everything freezing in me, thinking that she was going to blow and bolt off. She just resumed feeding when I froze my own movements and I continued to move slowly, cautiously in hopes of getting in a good shot on her. Once again, she looked up, nervous and I held off on my actions until she relaxed. She bent back down to start feeding about 20 yards from me and I slowly aimed with the sight on the rifle until I lined up with the "pocket", the indentation right behind the shoulder. As soon as I was satisfied with my alignment and realized that my trembling wasn't going to decrease, my right index finger moved to the trigger and gradually squeezed back until I heard the thunder.

Stunned, all I could do was tremble as I watched the doe bolt off into the saw palmettoes. I turned to my friend, a seasoned hunter, and I saw him give me the thumbs-up, which reassured me that I made the right move and took a good shot. A few minutes later, he was back down on the ground with that climbing stand and I was back down, relieved to be back on solid ground where I didn't have to worry about falling. After regaining enough strength to walk in a straight line, my friend and I searched for the blood trail. He saw where she fell, but he's the type who'd rather follow the path of least resistance or failing that, the blood trail.

Then my friend noticed that there were partially digested acorns in the blood trail. Not a good sign because that indicates a gut-shot, although he swore that he saw me shoot right behind the shoulder. The pieces came together after I realized what happened -- I did aim for that "pocket" but she was also facing towards me. The entrance wound suggested that the shot went through her lungs, but the exit wound showed that it also went through parts of her digestive tract. Nonetheless, she left a good trail and we found her fairly close to where I had shot her.

My friend used the tree-stand harnesses to drag the 100ish lb deer out and then we went to get some ice and began to skin her in his yard. All I can say of the process are the following: 1) guts stink especially if they've been poked open 2) it's cool to see what my shot destroyed and 3) it's far more pleasant than the biology class dissection stuff. Granted, most of my duties revolved around holding up a water hose and spraying water where I was directed to or holding things stable. After quartering the deer and removing the bullet wound and trauma areas, we took the skinned deer to the butcher for further work.

I can't wait for my steaks, roasts, and other venison products!

Return of Sparrowhawk

I finally got Sparrowhawk back after taking her in for repairs to the glass on the top limb and re-finishing. I think I spend too much time on my butt and not enough shooting things or running around.



Not too shabby for being severely chewed on by mosquitoes and not having practiced for a long time...

Escape From Gainesville

Click on the title to see what I did this weekend. Suffice to say, I definitely need to be shooting and exercising more!

I'll Let You Ponder These

Let's see if you can figure out what's going on here.




On a different note, I did a bit of an experiment today with none other than Sorondil-Telcontar. So I had a dozen Easton Legacy shafts size 1916 that were 29.5" long. I decided to build them up knowing that the 28" shafts with 125 grain points were a bit stiff for Sorondil-Telcontar even though they were a bit soft for Sparrowhawk and that a 27" size 1816 shaft with a 125 grain point was ever so slightly soft for Sorondil-Telcontar. Suffice to say, I think I can just keep a nice, big stash of 1916s and they'll satisfy both Sparrowhawk and Sorondil-Telcontar even if I may have to cut them to different lengths if I want to keep the same weight points to make life a bit easier. I still prefer wooden arrows, but with the amount of time involved in making them and the frequency at which I hit them or hard objects, it does get prohibitively labor-intensive!

Need a Venison and 3D Fix

For some reason, I've been really wanting some good, tender venison. I'm also getting a serious hankering for doing some 3D shooting, which I've hardly done ever since school kicked in. I guess I'll get my 3D fix this weekend, barring the homework set from hell or any annoyance that may come up from a four-headed troll. I really want to shoot the living daylights out of something -- for some reason, drills aren't quite satisfying that urge to kill something, even if they are very time-efficient and about the only thing I can do given that most of my daylight hours are either stuck behind a computer, in a classroom, or too fragmented to get to my favorite haunts.

I definitely need to evacuate from town too -- I'm not at all enthused about homecoming, although the one plus is that it gives me a day for myself to actually get things done (3D fix, too bad bow-hunting season's already over here in FL... it's way too short). I thought homecoming was only for high schoolers with the wits of partially digested detritus and nothing better to do, but apparently it's also for university critters (students, professors, staff) with nothing better to do!

That predatory urge is getting really intense, I'm starting to really understand why a buddy of mine was spazzing out not long ago and kept going off on how he needed to kill something with his bow. I can't wait to finally shoot my own deer or hog, preferably with Sparrowhawk, but I can use the Equalizer or the River's Edge recurve or even little Sorondil-Telcontar in a serious pinch. Click on the above link for a really nice-looking buck -- one of these days I'll be the one out in the woods and doing real shooting instead of sitting in front of the computer with my body weight in readings and code!

I think I just accidentally let off a blinding -VOIP!- with my ever-so-pale visage...