Yahweh Bless you in Yeshua
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My first sling was made by my father from one of his old work boots.....it lasted for a good six months....We lived a couple miles into the country near the small town of Emmett, Idaho. We lived under a beautiful natural abutment called Squaw Butte. A fairly dormant railroad ran just north of our property and we had a gorgeous reservoir just a few miles up the road.
I became addicted to slinging mainly because of the target rich environment and the surreal experience of whipping a 'sizzling meteor' further than the eye could see....in any direction I chose. A pleasurable way to 'take command of all I surveyed'....and share my two favorite pastimes, enjoying nature's sweet serenity, and interrupting that serenity with a little target practice! I became fairly consistent at 'sparking the tracks' in the evening from about 80yrds and thump the railcars that came by every so often. I loved to bike up to the reservoir and let'em fly, and to this day I am still certain I heard impact once or twice in the trees on the other side. Those WERE the days....
One of my more memorable moments with the sling came when I hit, and stopped, a neighboring farmer's cow station windmill......had to be at least a 200yrd'er! It was my nemesis, my 'white whale' for the better part of whole damn year! My guilt (what little there was at the time) (mostly a sweet victory sensation) was mostly expunged upon realizing it was an easy fix and he had it going the next day. I had made sooo many close calls on that thing and it was as if the wind conspired not only to support that pumping station in keeping the cows from thirst, but to prevent my shots from sailing true to the mark! It was an eerily calm day come to think of it, that I met with success.....the cows' old friend was caught napping it seemed!
In retrospect, I realize that farmer must've known it was me who peppered his field with rocks, bent a couple blades on the windmill that powered the water pump, occasionally soured his cows' milk production.......and corrupted his teenage daughter. (Ok, just wistful thinking on that last one) Although we did sometimes walk the railroad tracks together which divided our land and she was half the reason my right arm came to outweigh my left and cause a sometimes painful transverse curvature of my upper spine.
Yep, those WERE the days.
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P.S. Oh yeah, I'm glad I proofread this one.....before any of you young pups try and defile my pristine experiences....my disproportion was caused by the SLING, Okay?!!!
P.P.S. Oh, and.....yeah, in essence, boot tongues are an EXCELLENT sling pocket material!
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