The North wind is blowing a strong gale force blizzard over the high country. Drifting snow is quickly piling up, in places already four foot deep and getting deeper by the moment. Across the windswept mountain meadows, a foot of fresh powder has buried the surrounding landscape on this cold November night. These same meadows will be covered with thousands of wildflowers in about six months, a sight to behold in the early weeks of May, but tonight, spring lays a long way off and winter has claimed this land in an icy grip.
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I remember as a young boy in the early 70’s reading old Popular Mechanic magazines and each issue had articles about how to make everything from solar water heaters to laminated recurve bows. Sadly, as technology progressed, we somehow lost the urge to build even the simplest things that we use day in and day out. Thankfully, for many of us there is primitive archery and we can make most of our equipment with our own hands.
Following are instructions on how to make an arrow point taper jig that can be used on a table saw or sander. Most will have the materials at hand, but if you don’t, it won’t cost more then a few dollars to purchase everything. You will need some scrap 3/8" or 1/2" plywood, two 1/4"-20 x 1 1/2" carriage bolts, and two 1/4" wing nuts with washers. Start with your base and cut it 1" longer then the width of your table saw from front to back, and 10" wide.
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Somewhere amongst my random studies concerning archery, I came across the phrase used here as the title. I can’t remember who wrote it or even where I found it, but perhaps a reader will know. Anyway, the phrase has rattled around in my head for some time now popping up for notice every now and then. I walked to my shop one morning with no clear purpose in mind and it popped up again. That’s the sort of thing that can happen when you act without having a clear purpose in mind...
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Lightening cracks the bruised sky, and thunder rumbles like a herd of buffalo on the move. The wet weather has left me soaked to the core and a deep chill tightens my skin. As I survey the plain for signs of game, I catch movement over a small rise, and the smell of the wind in my face carries the unmistakable odor of my quarry. I search out a route to cover the ground and intercept their movement. I can see it in my mind’s eye the stalk I’ll need to make and set it in motion. I cover the first 300 yards in a rapid, crouched-low approach and stop to take in the scene from my new vantage point.
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Dec/Jan 2015 Edition in this issue:

Killing Paper:
The Importance of Target Shooting
By Ed Ingold

Armed and Dangerous
By Tim Davis

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