MammotHunter
Interfector Viris Spurii
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Give me a rock, a sling, and give me some room
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I was slinging a 5 oz lead fishing weight (to which I had attached a 10" length of red plastic stripping so I could track it and locate it in tall grass) for the other day. As it turns out, it actually only weighs 4.5 oz, which is just about perfect for a sling glande, and I was throwing in a small field, next to which there was a baseball team practicing. I couldn't throw very far, at risk of hitting the baseball team in the next field, but using light, lobbing throws I was getting the sinker flying out of the sling and getting about 60-70 yards, one shot of which actually buried itself in the packed dirt field and had to be dug out with the aid of a sharp stick. So, the next day, a library patron came in and asked me if I had seen Troy. Told her I had, and it was better than Alexander (4 hours of words!)but Alexander did have slingers in it, which I, as a slinger, appreciated. She looked puzzled and said "slinger? Like *motion of whirling sling over the head* kind of sling?" Yeah, exactly! I said. She looked at me kind of strangely and said, "You must mean in a past life, right?" No, I told her, this one. She said "I didn't know there were people still do that!" So I laughed and said "More of us than you might think."
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