Shouldn’t really show these, since I’m merely fletching them (gluing on feathers and burning the feathers to shape) and they don’t have any of my fancy schmancy cresting on them (painted colored bands denoting ownership), but I haven’t made arrows in a long time (these aren’t even cedar!) and the man needs these by Tuesday. But it’s cool inside and it’s kind of fun to make arrows.
I used to sell dozens all over the country, along with bowcases handsewn in patches of suede, and tooled leather quivers I made. It was a fun time with good friends traveling to PA, Michigan, Indiana, Alabama, Virginia and more local New England states.
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