This spring Mr. Iowabow was practicing by shooting at a random cow pie. He was spraying arrows to the right and to the left, both high and low. He collected his various arrows and wiped the dirt off and stepped back to the shooting line, albeit much closer this time. And again, the arrows scattered like so many partridge before a springer spaniel pup. He did not become despondent, it is just not in his nature. But again, when he squared off with the offending cow flop, he did so from just a few feet away. And yet again, arrows everywhere but in the cow pat.
Proving once again, he can hit dirt EVERY time with an arrow, but the man cannot hit sh**.
