No … BOW FUN
and other points of interest.
Concerning moi, I am left-eyed.
Yup~! Mine left eye is my dominant eye.
So: the few times in my life that I’ve been privileged to try my hand with bows and arrows I’d done it wrong.
And well may the patient experts try to correct me, it is, as we say, like spitting in the wind—
Mock on, Mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau;
Mock on, Mock on, ’tis all in vain.
You throw the sand against the wind,
And the wind blows it back again …
—which don’t get no-one nowhere. I is me, and even though the mind commands the physicals it just doesn’t feel right … and so I ‘olds me bow in the wrong ‘and, Guv, and that’s the end of it (snort).
Mine arrows go where they want to, dammit. In fact, when I’m shooting the safest place (the only safe place, actually) is right in front of the target with an apple on your head.
So why should I have such a strong instinct for holding a bow? Is this some kind of legacy transmitted to me in someone else’s future, could it be a lingerment via karma from my own pre-birth past? Born again, to again lose the shafts I loose if there’s any long grass around?
I pulled in a u-tube vid with this shot in it—
—and noted that every bugger there is holding his bow wrong.
Wrong, according to The Gospel Of Argus— but there ya go. So why, really, should I have this instinctual urge to do it “incorrectly”, hmmmm? (Unless it is something to do with being left-eyed—which never, however, affected my riflemanship).
A bit of a toughie …
Anyway, the image above burgled from—
—here. (And you’ll never guess what attracted me in the first place …)
CLUE: sure wasn’t the scruffy Samurai bowmen~!