Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
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Thursday, 17 November 2022

Another Sniper



  1. Back in my college days I got into target archery. Me and a buddy figured it might help with our hunting archery. Anyway, part of the course required we participate in various competitive events. So I'm on the line with about a dozen or so other guys and gals, all shooting at 50 yd targets. The guy right next to me was shooting roughly about the same as me, so we were good competition for each other.

    Toward the end of the match, as we both drew back together, I let loose a long juicy fart that had been brewing for the past half-hour. He choked up, got flustered, and his arrow hit the ground 10 feet in front of him. He had to break ranks and step off the line he was so out of sorts. I hit the target and pulled ahead on the scoreboard.

    Hey, it's a win in my book.

    1. You SWINE. My arch enemy on the old 3D circuit did that to me too. At the height of my career I was shooting against the guys where -if you drop one shot - you’re out! I was drawing on a gimme shot on a close boar when Byron cut loose with a corn spackled ripper… and I lost a $15.00 arrow because of it!

      At the time I was hacked right off but came to look back on it with good humour. I was getting too competitive and it served me right.

    2. "a corn spackled ripper… " Ya' killin me here, pal!