Way, way back in the day I packed my bags with three friends and headed off to a week of camp. I was excited to learn a bit of archery, and it just so happened that this guy from Bangor just a few years older then me was to be my teacher....Now I know what you are thinking this girls heart was smitten at least for the week, alas that's not even close. In fact it was quite the opposite he ate a hot dog off the ground covered in ants. Who knows how long that dog had been laying there it wasn't even during a meal time, and I was disgusted. He was however a good teacher as I placed first in archery at the end of the week.
|Not even close to center, but for the first shot in YEARS I'm just glad I hit the target.|
|Five of my first six hit the target still not even close to the triangle.|
|One of my arrows hit the fire pit and needs a little TLC.|
Some how I've managed to survive and move past the memory of ants crawling in his mouth....
Lover teach me, but maybe now as a man you could stay away from ant covered hot dogs? I've accepted grasshoppers, and maybe even the ants, but the left-for-who-knows-how-long-eaten-by-who-knows-who-hot-dog, now that's just a bit over the edge don't 'cha think?