The 9 ft. tall Goliath Should've Thought Twice

Maybe Goliath was sleeping during the Philistine class titled "WHEN TO DUCK." Or perhaps, like many, he under estimated our hero and his little sub-two-ounce weapon. He would not be the first to do either. These two slings are our finest creation yet. The smaller one shown here loaded with an avocado pit against the backdrop of the ugliest-yet-most-comfortable couch I have ever owned, known to all who have slept on it as "Mr. Squishy" is built specifically for a golf-ball sized projectile. It is trim, light, and exceptionally strong. I have yet to test the max distance and am wondering if it will rival a typical golf driver. Which brings me to the question, "has anyone ever tried sling golf?" I think the time has come. The larger one is designed to fit a baseball/tennis ball sized object, and is the first design. Genuine leather, 90 inches of nylon sheathed para-cord, and of course months of design and testing come together to make the simplest most powerful throwing tool ever wielded by a us featherless bipeds.


It's the little slings...

My wife and I have been trying to eat healthy. More fruits and vegetables, we joined a local CSA, and have been eliminating preservatives from our diet. One of the many benefits has been the onslaught of avocados, whose sole purpose on this earth, in opinion, is to take their place in the grand parade of flavors that is guacamole. In the midst of this change I received a gift order for a child's sling and so I sat down to make this little guy, thinking, "smaller is better for a little slinger." The only problem? I did not achieve a reduction in capacity. Though this little guy was designed to sling a golf ball, it can handle much larger game. The stays are continuous from the stay-rod to the trigger bead by passing across the back of the pocket. This forms a subtle cradle that would hold many an odd shape, and a much heavier weight than a golf ball. Even if a projectile only contacted the pocket at two points, the hold and release would still be unimpeded. Meanwhile, the guacamole was crashing down in waves, and what is to become of all these smooth skinned, near-egg-sized, just under 1/2 pound avocado pits? Let's just say they're not getting thrown out, at least not in the traditional understanding of that phrase.