i think i may need to redo my shooting range . i had jim and his grandson out for a shoot today and the old fart broke 5 of his 6 arrows . i felt so bad that i had to stop laughing about half way home....hee hee hee
That reminds me of the house I grew on. We had a nickname for her: The Termite Villa. The good old days, we had chickens in the backyard, orange/grapefruit/avocado and few other fruit trees.