I've heard some people get invited to hop over the counter in the tattoo shop below, but I guess the guy wrongly sized me up as requiring a doorman. Still, it's pretty glamourous to enter by a back alley, too. Past the resident cat, Timothy; past a kiln; up the old carpeted stairs; past rustic paintings like you'e find at a real cottage-y cottage. You enter a room that was probably a den once. Now, it's a toxophilous general store. More traditional archery stuff than you can shake a stick at, and there are many sticks here to shake if you're so inclined. Mongolian bows, longbows, wood to make homemade bows, globe-tipped arrows, an at-atl and flu-flus. Ah, flu-flus. They're the clownishly large-feathered arrows you see, up there.
Every Thanksgiving weekend, Rob, Mike and I go to Bogenschuetzenfest in Kitchener, and we like the idea of inviting people along. The catch is that to play, you need 2 rubber-blunt-tipped flu-flus, and the only place we knew to get them was in Kitchener. So our guests would need to make a trip to Kitchener before a trip to Kitchener. Rashly, we did invite folks this year. Rather than mail-ordering the pieces and assembling the arrows, on top of teaching our friends some quick and dirty archery, it occurred to me that Gary might be our hook-up. Sure enough, he had 12 and we bought 6. So if you want to come, too, he might have a flu-flu or two for you, too.