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True story
In the mid 70's I got my first Compound Bow. It was on the doorstep when I got home from work, around midnight.
I unpacked it and it was what was advertised strung up and ready to go. Since it was too late to go outside and shoot a few I sat on the couch and pulled it a few times. I was wearing a pair of cut off Levies and I had the Bow resting on my inner thigh. The last time I let the bow down it rolled the skin between the boys and my knee up between the wheel and the cable. I had to pull the bow to full draw to get loose. The next morning I had a bruise from my crotch to my knee.
It hurt like hell.
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