A Woman and Her Sling

         For me, it had been an angry kind of day. I felt like nothing had gone right. From the moment I forced open my weary eyes, energies were aligned against me. One thing after another kept ticking me off.

         So I decided to go out and practice using my sling that evening. Throwing rocks incredible distances with a leather strap was something I found soothing (this was oversimplifying my weapon a bit but I didn't care).

         I grabbed my leather pouch with my sling inside and stomped down the hill into the garden to my practice area.

         After filling the bag full of gravel, I loaded a stone into the middle of the sling. Then I sighted a target roughly fifty yards away. With a practiced swing, I twirled my weapon, releasing after one revolution. I watched as the missile flew straight towards the dead tree branch.

         The resounding THUNK was pleasing to my ears. The post oak shuddered slightly from the impact. No real harm done.

         The next few rocks were 'singers'. I whipped them as hard as I could, just to make them hum through the air. I didn't even bother picking a target for them.

         THUUUuuummmmmm!!

         I watched as they sailed over the treetops, deeper into the woods.

         The next rock would be a 'grounder'. I released my sling to make the projectile skip along the ground into the bushes and the undergrowth.

         Before long, I exhausted my leather pouch of its contents. But it was okay now.Although my arm was a bit sore, I wasn't mad anymore.

         I headed back up the hill, ready to take on the rest of the evening.