Apr 29, 2016
Carbonarrow
The old archer glared at me between the brim of his hat and the sooty top of his ancient Martin flattop. This went on for several minutes and it was clear he had more than a guitar to pick on. “Never understood how someone could shoot anything but a cedar from a longbow.” He poked, wrangling a C chord in the open position. “‘Specially not one of them things.” “Nothing wrong with carbon arrows.” I…
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