Fall Woods
I love the woods in Fall. Here in Canada the colors of the Fall foliage is brilliant, the air is crisp and there is a certain smell to the woodlands. A musty decay, a melancholic reminder of the pending onset of winter.
Having made a thanksgiving meal on Sunday I was able to spend the holiday Monday morning in the woods with the hickory flat bow.
I've been looking for a possible type bag and found a distressed leather messenger bag that matches my back quiver. Not to large it is perfect for storing some bushcrafting/ archery accessories.
With the sunshine dappling the forest floor it was a peaceful morning loosing some arrows. Priceless!
Having made a thanksgiving meal on Sunday I was able to spend the holiday Monday morning in the woods with the hickory flat bow.
I've been looking for a possible type bag and found a distressed leather messenger bag that matches my back quiver. Not to large it is perfect for storing some bushcrafting/ archery accessories.
With the sunshine dappling the forest floor it was a peaceful morning loosing some arrows. Priceless!
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