I spent three hours at sportsmans getting new strings on my bow and a full teardown, clean up, and grease job done. That thing feels like a brand new bow!!!! Guess the strings where a tad worn, not to mention I moved my peep without pressing the bow and cut them.
Anyway...made for a fun afternoon and was able to wander the store dream about the fall, look at optics, tripods, guns, bow stuff.....
And then it occurred to me.....I should stalk the full body mounts.... Practice my form, calls, and shot placements from varying angles, heights and ranges..... My problem was they didn't really see it like i did. They didn't want me using the calls, or wandering too far with the swavorski's I was looking through. Licking the hydration tubes in every pack I tried on is apparently frowned upon as an approved testing proceedure. The last straw was when a store manager stopped me from a perfect shot on a HUGE 6x6 bull at 30 yards with a new shiney PSE shooting a sweet sexy new arrow..... I FIRMLY reminded him it was against state law to interfere with a mans hunt like that.....
So I marched back to the dressing room, took off my pack, my ghille suit, boots, left the pile on the floor and pouted while I waited for them to finish my bow.....
Call me crazy, but that dang cabin fever can make a man go mad......
Good news is my bow is like brand new!!!!!!
