Over christmas, Rebecca's grandfather (mister woodshop in the earlier videos) passed down the wooden bow and arrows that used to belong to Rebecca's father, Frank. I am honored to be able to practice with such a sacred object, and am too excited to wait until warm weather comes.
Fortunately, I have a long hallway, and an understanding girlfriend.
I do my best to make sure the cats aren't in the line of fire. I'm no killer.