My father gave me this slingshot about twenty years ago. Back then, thought it was simply a slingshot that was well made. I came across it again in a drawer recently. The elastic bands, made from the inner tube of a bicycle, had long hardened and cracked in a million places. What you see here is a replacement band from ebay. You tend to slow down and look at things more closely as you get older. When I look at this slingshot, I can't help but notice the amount of attention put in it. The craftsman must firstly have sorted though the whole forest for a branch that had two twigs sprouting out opposite each other. Then he must carefully manipulate the branch while it is still green and wet. Perhaps he tied a beer bottle to shape the fork. Then the whole thing was left in the sun to dry, I imagine. With great care, the fork are rounded, and the stump nicely finished. If the person was not a woodworker, he must have been a very loving father. I cannot tell what he finished th