- Feb 25, 2012
The last two nights I have been fletching arrows in the kitchen so I can read, watch TV, move the sprinkler and et cetera. I told my wife to not touch my arrows. She wasn't impressed with my gentle candor. Last night my outta-town sissy & her family were over for a few (too many) and I had to splain again how I feel about my arrows when they are clean and getting fletched. OCD? Absolutely! Replace drumset with arrows and you will understand.