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slingor, on 09 December 2010 - 08:34 AM, said:

HOE, on 09 December 2010 - 04:22 AM, said:

Actually, it was developed by myself out of desperation. Taking ideas from here and there, and it works! It sucks that I don't know where I can buy those bamboo for artworks.

Another concept for the arrow rest and power band is from here.
http://www.coconutst...%201%20Pana.htm

The arrowhead idea comes from this. I think tiny copper tubes can be used instead.
http://web.archive.o...tubepointx.html

I've never used it for hunting, but I believe a larger one with heavier arrow with a big broadhead can kill any small games easily, the only concern is the accuracy. I've thought of making one out of thick PVC pipe, using a PVC cap to replicate the bamboo knot for the arrow channel and epoxy something for the arrow rest. But I don't think I can make it precisely using only a coping saw, it's not easy to shape. I've to consider that! Whatever works!

Observing these artifacts I sometimes feel clumsy and handicapped. Without my technological environnment I'd die from starvation in no time. The same if I were to kill my rabbit for dinner, let alone the (sad) fact that the safest spot for my potential game would actually be my line of fire.
Coming back to topic I think that, all considered, a slingshot with adequate ammo would be more effective to take down small game, whereas your bamboo stick would be more suitable for fishing.
Yesterday it was Holiday here in Italy, so I had a go to flechettes building. I used a square band fisherman's sling (the one used to launch bait), cutting the pouch and replacing it with 2 loose rings (Joergs style).
Some data:
diameter 5 mm
length 150 mm
weight unknown
draw power unknown
shooting distance 6 metres
target 30 mm plank (pinewood)
shoots 15
hits 13
max penetration 20 mm (the portion filed to sharpen the point, the threaded section hinders penetration)
I'll add some pictures as soon as I find the connection cable with may laptop.

notes: 2 shots went wild, probably because the fork prongs were not perfectly perpendicular with the line of fire. The dart didn't backfire, thouhg.
since the fork was high enough and rather wide the danger of "fiendly fire" was extremely minimized, nevertheless it's no toy to handle carelessly. One of the shots which went amiss neatly pierced a paint tin can, so some sort of protection is highly recommended.

Unless it is a "last trench" question, such as a close encounter with one of these that wouldn't listen to your assurances of friendship and, on account of past experiences isn't quite prone to believe you to be a peaceful democratic hiker, but rather one of those "sobs" that kept it chained and starving for a very long time, and therefore would charge, eager to take its rightful revenge, undeterred by the firecrackers Sabaca and I are frantically throwing to talk it out of the risk of certain death it is running because of our flechettes. Then, surprisingly, I hit it with a 8 mm flechette (my rate is one successful hit out of ten and it just happens to be my tenth shot). that's when the monster decides to eat me alive instead of merely breaking me a few secondary bones as it was its original plan, in that, after all, it is always the best man's friend.

Below a splendid specimen of "One of these" (about 65 to 100 kg, not a grizzly for sure, yet....) that for centuries has shielded our herds against predators such as wolves and bears, yet occasionally playing the predator itself when the shepherd was to mean with the nourishment:

that dog is a ruddy pyrenean mountain dog. them things are bleedin HUGE ! ........i know this because one tried to EAT ME ! ...... i shall tell you my story, gather quietly around boys and girls

so im a child, delivering newspapers for extra cash...... the free local papers (heavy things they were)....... i have not been out long (paper bag still full and heavy)... and i'm doing a row of houses on a steep hill. i see this THING !! come hurtling out the front door of a house a little further down the hill... the THING locks on to me as if by bleedin radar .......WOOF ! ! ruddy WOOF ! ! ..... i tell you people I ALMOST SOILED MY PANTS !! ..... I takes off up the hill trying to run and get the paper bag off over my head, but its very heavy !! .. i have gone the colour of BOILD ****E by now because im totally sure the THING is gonna be on me any second .... legs like jelly, stomach in knots, hard to breathe !! ... I manage to dump the paper bag and i jumped onto the bonnet of a car just as THE THING got to me... IT WAS RUDDY MASSIVE !!! .... i climbed onto the ROOF of the car and this THING could almost still reach me !!!!!!!!!! .......... a woman then came out of the house with a tinny little lead / leash yelling ORVIL, ORVIL, leave that young man alone Orvil ............... what sort of a name FOR A RUDDY MONSTER IS ORVIL ????? ......... i lived by the way and i think only a little bit of wee came out

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