Had a teacher in high school that kept a bow in his closet. (couldn't do that now a days..lol). There is a small creek that runs behind the school, and in April each year there would be lots of suckers sitting on the bottom of little pot holes, getting ready to or in the process of pro creating on the riffles. The teacher would talk some of the jocks into putting on their gym trunks during lunch hour, wading into the pot holes to scare the suckers up into the shallow water so he could shoot them. Those were the good ole days. I had a bear recurve when I was a teenager, and wanted to try sticking a few, but just never got onto it. Sounds like a good way to spend a hot day...wading in the creek.
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