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During my junior and senior years of high school, I gladly began taking independent study in wood shop class. During those two years, I made a few projects that I gave to my mom but this one I made for myself and it is my favorite thus far. I started it at the end of my junior year but was interrupted by summer break. I finished it the beginning of my senior year after I returned. I submitted it to my district tech fair and won a gold medal, then advanced to the state fair and won another gold metal. That was almost twelve years ago. Yikes, I’m getting older way too fast.
Although it is my favorite, you think I would hang it on one my walls at home. Nope. My wife is hogging the walls with girly things that read, “Welcome to our home”. Actually, in all fairness to her, I don’t even think this will match our home decor at this time. I hope to finish the basement using a North woods hunting theme someday, then, it will match. Now it sits in the basement collecting dust waiting for its day to shine. So, please don’t mind the dust as you look at the pictures.
Anyway, enough with the goofiness. This project signifies what a driven high school student can do in wood shop. The plan came from a book that I found in the shop’s book case. I received absolutely no help from the shop teacher on this project. I planed the rough sawn oak to thickness. Used the jointer to straighten and smooth the edges of the oak. Cut to size, routed, etc, yada, yada. The plans were my guide. This is where I also learned that not all plans can be trusted. I had to compensate for some incorrect measurements but it didn’t halter the project any.
O.k., back to funny business. The last day of the state tech fair, my friends and I were returning to school hauling this very archery rack in the trunk of my first car; a maroon 1984 Ford Tempo. The archery rack was too big to fit entirely in the trunk of the car so the top had to hang out of the back a ways. I carefully sandwiched a blanket between the trunk lid and the rack while it was firmly held in place with some type of tie down.
The school that hosted the state tech fair was only 20 minutes away from our school so we weren’t too far away from home. After leaving the tech fair, we made our way down the four lane highway with the windows down while sharing a sense of freedom and independence. Not more than ten minutes later, we were behind some 50 year old scruffy dude driving a small, white, 70’s style, Nissan pickup truck.
I can’t say how I provoked him exactly because it was a long time ago, and for some reason, those particular details are a little vague. All I remember is that I had a temper and wasn’t a very patient driver at the time (some things never change), and I cut him off really bad and on purpose! (some things do change). I don’t even remember why. Anyway, I remember looking in my rear view mirror to see his reaction but what I saw was kind of peculiar.
He was leaning towards the passenger seat trying to get something. I remember thinking, I wonder what he’s doing? Holy Crap! The next thing I know, a golf club is dangling out his car window and it’s attached to his hand! This nut was wielding a three iron while mouthing superlatives at us! I knew this for sure, this guy was no golfer because everyone knows you can’t hit anything with a three iron. I quickly put two-and-two together—He wanted to kill my archery rack.
To make a long story short, we lost him after he chased us down some back roads and we came out unscathed. I learned this very important lesson that day: Never risk the lives of your wood working projects and put them in jeopardy again.
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