I was in Tai's room using his computer. Mine's been in the shop for several weeks now for a broken part. Anyhow, I knew Tai's door was a little off track, so I asked Claus to come fix it.
He was facing the closet, and the door was open. "Tai has a bow?" commented Claus.
I did not respond. I thought this was a rhetorical question. Claus asked again.
When I realized he wanted me to say something, I said, without looking, "I guess."
"Why does he have a bow?" continued Claus.
"I dunno," I answered, not really into this conversation. I mean, so what? Tai is a news photographer. If you don't know, they're generally a laid back, casual sort. Shorts and slippers, not Dockers and covered up shoes. True to type, Tai doesn't even own a suit.
Yes, it's a bit surprising to know that any news photographer has a bow tie in his possession, much less a regular tie. But it's not like, SO out of the question.
"Do you know he has a bow?" queried Claus.
At this point, I'm getting annoyed that I can't focus on what I was doing on the computer. "No, but maybe he has a dinner function." I turned around to see what the heck he was blathering about.
Claus was pointing to the top shelf, and an archery bow. "Oh, a BOW! A bow to kill things! That kind of bow!" I laughed. "Mmm. Maybe. I vaguely remember him talking about owning a bow once before.
"Does he use it?" wondered Claus.
"I don't know. I do know he has a license to shoot rifles," I volunteered. At this bit of information, Claus seemed truly taken aback. I would be too, actually - I don't want one with a little kid around.
"Is there a rifle in this house?" he asked.
"No. He doesn't own one yet. Just the license."
Tai partly grew up on Kauai. "Is this for hunting?" asked Claus.
"I have no idea," I said. "But he was always the one at work who we thought could snap, and then we'd all be saying, 'I never saw it coming. He was just so quiet.'"
I'm serious. One day someone passed behind him as he was doing internet research on rifles, and then there were little jokey rumblings mixed with slight fear.
By the time I caught wind of the gossip, I just laughed, because I know him better. Then I counseled him to use it to his advantage. "You can get out of the crappy shoots," I joked.
The next day, Tai happened to be holding the bow in his hand as he walked out the door. You know, because it's so common to walk around Honolulu with a 66 inch recurve bow. I do it all the time.
I stopped him to tell him the aforementioned story. We laughed.
He explained that his stepdad hunts, and so Tai's been doing this since high school. It all makes sense.
But wait! There's more!
"Did you see my compound bow?" he asked with pride, then returned to his room to show me.
He retrieved a bag, also on the top shelf, and unzipped it. Inside, there was a camoflauge colored bow, with arrows and target practice sheets.
"Holy cow! This is so badass! Seriously? I have weapons of death in my house?" I exclaimed.
"Aaw. It's just hunting equipment. It's the same as fishing," he shrugged.
"Except you can kill large mammals," I reminded. "Or... you could dress like Legolas from Lord of the Rings and score all the girls at Halloween. He's such a hot elf."
He regarded me with a look of humor, disbelief, and embarrassment - a look I get from him a lot - and headed out the door.
I'm still going to get him a blonde wig. Just in case.
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