Put a fork in me, I'm done
Mar. 18th, 2007 06:41 pmArchery day wearing new ankle brace. I am tired beyond belief. Seems that walking correctly after walking cockeyed for so long is a tedious effort. My legs are jello tired.
At the archery range today, one of our club members, Ron, was setting up to take a shot with his compound (wheelie) bow. Just as he was waiting to release, there was this gunshot loud noise. The bow had a catastrophic failure. It snapped just under the riser, and came flailing/flying up and around, missed his face by a centimeter IF that, and gave his hand a hard knock. Shock ensued.
Luckily all it did was bruise his hand. It could have been so much worse. The bow was less than 6 months old, rated for #55 to #70, and was wound to #60. Never dry fired, and always properly stored.
The remains of Ron's bow.

As you can see it sheared just under the riser.

Not the kind of "Two Parter" we like to see.

It even wrecked the stabiliser.

And where it seats/threads in.

At the archery range today, one of our club members, Ron, was setting up to take a shot with his compound (wheelie) bow. Just as he was waiting to release, there was this gunshot loud noise. The bow had a catastrophic failure. It snapped just under the riser, and came flailing/flying up and around, missed his face by a centimeter IF that, and gave his hand a hard knock. Shock ensued.
Luckily all it did was bruise his hand. It could have been so much worse. The bow was less than 6 months old, rated for #55 to #70, and was wound to #60. Never dry fired, and always properly stored.
The remains of Ron's bow.
As you can see it sheared just under the riser.
Not the kind of "Two Parter" we like to see.
It even wrecked the stabiliser.
And where it seats/threads in.