The artist:clefficia image? I think it was imageID 2952967 … I’ve cleared the hash so you should be able to re-upload it, but a better solution might be to go to Support on Discord and get someone to undo the duplicate merge.
Sorry, as I was typing it I thought it might be a bit of a grizzly answer. But it is really close to my heart this time of year, what with the harvest starting to kick into gear.
My folks spent most of their lives trying to get out of the woods and into the town. They were the first in their families to get college degrees and hold white collar jobs, and I feel like I’m still somehow following their arc.
Like, last night I got my father’s arrows out of the attic and converted them from broad head deer arrows to target arrows. It felt somehow like reclaiming a piece of the past. Making it less about killing to survive.
The funny thing is that I’d kind of made them some sort of incredible artifact in my memory. They meant so much to him that I never got rid of them or gave them away, but at the same time never used them because of their glued on razor tip heads. So they just sat up there in their cardboard box. Somehow though I remembered them being so much better than they actually were, like something mythic.
But in fact when I got them out and looked at them, they were just simple wood arrows. The glue holding on the heads had mostly failed and the fletching are all worn and scraggy. They might not even last very long as target arrows, but it will be nice to use them as long as they last.
I do miss hunting with him, a lot. But now when I go hunting in the fall I take a novel. And when I shoot it’s just for fun at targets.
I’m really lucky they were my parents. Most of my cousins are still living pretty hard lives and are still very much tied to the land.