À la Ted Nugent, bow hunters are a burly, macho lot. If you stumble into Archery Country on a Monday (Monday night and Saturday mornings are reserved for leagues), you'll be in over your heads, kids. (Although it is worth a look-see.) Better to go on a quieter night when you can sink deep into your Xena warrior princess fantasy uninterrupted. Fit your arrow into the bow string, pull back and - thwing! Enjoy the satisfying thunk when your missile finds its mark. If the screeching of the resident cockatoo starts to get to you, just holler at him like the pros do! Note to the sensitive: This store contains big, dead, stuffed bears.
