Not smiling anymore
The atmosphere is easy and everybody is conversing. I really wanted to see the bow & arrow and how they hunt with it. “Anybody use a bow?” A man called Huuter rises with a laugh and retrieves one from his dugout, “ The last person who asked about a bow wanted me to cut my hair, paint my face and dress up for money, I told him No! My brother did it though!”
He puts a plastic bottle on the ground, and paced 20 yards. He aims and releases. The arrow darts through the air, slices through plastic bottle, hitting the ground with a thud. Three times he shoots; three times he hits dead on target. This is a deadly weapon; the arrow point is razor sharp and designed to kill. Yes, everything is real, not the floor show we see at hotels with the clean traditional dress and face paint. His demeanor was friendly with a twist of seriousness.
