grimsby archer
New member
I'd like to nominate the whole Tuesday night attendance of my club for persistence in the face of the obvious.
One of our number declared a lost arrow this evening. "It went well over" quoth he.
Our entire assembly, 20 strong, joined in the search, wandering aimlessly, but cheerfully here and there in search of the missing shaft.
Eventually, I who shall be obeyed, gathered the throng into a forage line, 20 men, women and children wide, and herded them from one side of the range to the other and back again several times in fruitless quest. Almost on the verge of admitting defeat, now at the far end of the range, another would be shepherd suggested a line walking the length of the field back towards the targets, to which the madding crowd merrily acceded.
Some half hour in now, it was declared that the manxsome foe had won and the mob disbanded and we all trudged, defeated back towards the shooting line.
3 yards in front of the target, a little voice asked "is this what you're looking for?" indicating the errant shaft, lying in full view on Englands green and pleasant ground.
Red faces all round, quashed only by the attempts at the obligatory banter.
One of our number declared a lost arrow this evening. "It went well over" quoth he.
Our entire assembly, 20 strong, joined in the search, wandering aimlessly, but cheerfully here and there in search of the missing shaft.
Eventually, I who shall be obeyed, gathered the throng into a forage line, 20 men, women and children wide, and herded them from one side of the range to the other and back again several times in fruitless quest. Almost on the verge of admitting defeat, now at the far end of the range, another would be shepherd suggested a line walking the length of the field back towards the targets, to which the madding crowd merrily acceded.
Some half hour in now, it was declared that the manxsome foe had won and the mob disbanded and we all trudged, defeated back towards the shooting line.
3 yards in front of the target, a little voice asked "is this what you're looking for?" indicating the errant shaft, lying in full view on Englands green and pleasant ground.
Red faces all round, quashed only by the attempts at the obligatory banter.