In which i start a compound bow club … for girls

Written two weeks ago: get over it.

Yesterday was Father’s Day and we had a friend of mine over for dinner.  Of course, since Father’s day was also a Sunday and Sunday is my day off it was quite a conundrum on who would make dinner.

Because we were having steak and chicken Kevin ended up making dinner which I suppose is kind of shitty of me but hey, I took care of Keely so that should count for something right?

At any rate, I DID buy him the best Father’s Day Present ever.  I’ll tell you about it sometime.  After dinner Keely and Daniel were watching TV and Kevin, my friend Rachel and myself were talking.  Somehow we got on the subject of birthdays (probably because mine was coming up in 3 days), which led to a conversation about birthday presents.  I was telling her about my birthday present last year.

Me:                  last year, Kevin took me to shoot a crossbow for my birthday

Kevin:             … and a compound bow as well Lynn

Me:                  right! And a compound bow too

Rachel:            why?

Me:                  why what?

Rachel:            why did he do that?

Me:                  I thought it would be a good idea to learn how to shoot these sorts of weapons for my post apocalyptic life.  You can never have too many skills.

Rachel:            a crossbow?

Me:                  yeah, that was actually quite difficult.  I much preferred the compound bow

Rachel:            where do you go to shoot stuff like that?

Kevin:             that was actually a difficult thing to accomplish and Lynn didn’t help

Rachel:            what did she do?

Me:                  well, I had to pretend I was a bow hunter but I really wanted to tell him I was practicing for the Hunger Games and Kevin wouldn’t let me

Rachel:            was it fun?

Me:                  it was…OH MY GOD!  Brilliant idea

Kevin:             oh god, what?

Me:                  Lynn and friends “compound bow” shooting club

Rachel:            what?

Kevin:             WHAT?

Me:                  this is fantastic.  We all get compound bows right?

Rachel:            ummm

Me:                  and then we get a bunch of targets and set them up in the field across the street

Kevin:             huh?

Me:                  and then, we all shoot the bows at the target

Kevin:             this sounds awful

Me:                  yeah, I shout “pull” and everyone shoots at the target

Rachel:            what then?

Me:                  and then we take a break and sit down in chairs and have a drink while Kevin runs around and picks up all the arrows that missed the targets

Kevin:             well, THAT certainly sounds like a LOT of fun

Me:                  of course, I’ll be hitting the bull’s eye so you won’t have to collect my arrows

Rachel:            what’s it called again?

Me:                  girls compound bow club!

Rachel:            sounds like a plan

Kevin:             sounds dangerous to me

Me:                  it’s not like you’re in front of us while we’re shooting the arrows.  You should stand behind us at that point

Kevin:             what? I shouldn’t stand there with an apple on my head?

Me:                  I think that would be risky

Rachel:            well, the entire idea is somewhat intriguing.

Kevin:             why do I have to run around and pick up the arrows?

Me:                  because we’ll be sitting down and having a drink in between rounds of shooting

Kevin:             why can’t I shoot?

Me:                  because it’s the “Girls’ compound bow club” … GIRLS

Kevin:             I think I got a raw deal

Me:                  and you know what else?

Rachel:            what?

Me:                  did I ever tell you about how I wanted to go skeet shooting?

Kevin:             oh god…

…and then I proceeded to explain my new idea about the “girls skeet shooting club” which, by the way, doesn’t require Kevin to run around and pick anything up.

Me:                  all ya gotta do is pull the little clays Kevin!

Kevin:             oh shit ….

So, who’s in?  I’m getting ready to start the “girls’ compound bow club”.  Bring your own alcohol. (oh, and bring your own bow … BYOB)

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