I call the carnage left behind a bow making or string making project a bone pile.  Anyone else out there take satisfaction in a bone pile at the end of the day?  We had a cool front (lower humidity too) in early July and another one came through this week.  I took advantage of the evenings to chase rings on some Osage.   Since the first of the month I have successfully chased the rings on six staves.  
The resulting bone pile has accumulated off the porch in a landscaping bed.  I took satisfaction in the depth and coverage of this pile.    Yeah, I know fresh wood shavings kill plants and need to be seasoned.  I will eventually move these off, but that didn’t stop me from admiring the bone pile!
anyone else enjoy the bone piles