OK. So the title is a bit exaggerated. But I can’t help but feel like I’m part of a personal disaster. I live in West Virginia. And it affects my hunting season. Technically, I’m not being misleading…
Anyhow, if you’ve been visiting SmoothingIt.com, you know that I basically live for the outdoors, particularly archery season. As it approaches, my whole mentality changes and
most all of my focus turns to O. Virginianus. “What’s the problem with that” you ask? Well, nothing in and of itself. However…
I’ve been putting off restringing my High Country bow for some time now. I opted to let it slide for another season and then in the spring, changing the string and changing most of the accessories (arrow rest, quiver, stabilizer, sights, etc.). I had been practicing just as an archer should, multiple shots from different positions and distances. A few weeks ago, I went to nock an arrow and it didn’t fit right. Upon careful review, my string was coming unwound behind my upper cam.
After quite a few calls, Gander Mountain offered the best hope of getting my bow fixed quickly. They promised that they could have it ready in two weeks. Well, I don’t like losing two weeks just prior to season, especially knowing that I’m going to have to reset all of the pins on my sights. But I suppose that you take what you can get.
Today makes three weeks and one day since I gave them my bow. After speaking with them on the phone yesterday, they offered little but a “it may be ready next Sunday.” That is a total of four weeks leaving me with only six days before the season. Not only that, it’s not even guaranteed for next Sunday, just a maybe that it will be ready next Sunday. Needless to say that I am not pleased with this scenario.
So, as my dreams of a trophy buck on opening day gradually crumble around me, I suppose that my upcoming menu is going to change dramatically. Instead of perfectly seasoned and grilled fresh tenderloins, it looks like I’ll be settling for some squirrel meat, squirrel gravy and biscuits.