Marc sat himself on the stool tucked under the small table and pulled the eight arrows he had in the quiver, out to be adjusted. He laid them all out and picked them up one by one to examine the flimsy, rubber [i]feathers[/i] that were glued to the back, and one by one he used a small, thin blade to shave them away by wedging the well-designed blade under them and into the glue. One by one he removed all of the rubber and then shaved away all of the glue to prepare them for the new, hunting feathers he had bought. 

Once the rubber feathers had been replaced with stiff, thick, hunting-bristle feathers, he began to unscrew the small, rounded Fieldpoint Arrowheads off and screw on the bladed, Broadhead Arrowheads he had saved for hunting occasions. This took a lot less time then re-feathering the arrows, but it would still take a few moments. Once that was completed he picked up the Compound bow, checked the test in the draw, and then stood at a ready stance, as if he had an arrow notched on his cable, and then slowly pulled it back and held it a moment. It was rigged for deer, which was safe to say around an average test, but he would be bumping it up to what most American hunters would use for bears. After taking the time to adjust the entirety of the bow itself, he stood once more and readied himself in the stance, drew the bow up, and then drew the cable back. The test was much tighter and the force it took to pull it back was monstrous in comparison to before, but Marc was use to a heavier weight test, and he was satisfied with the work he had done. He packed the arrows back into the quiver, laced the bow over his shoulder, and then packed his stuff into his room and laid back on his bed with a smile shining at the ceiling. 

"Camping.." He said aloud, but lowly to himself. "Camping, with some actual people this time, other then my old man. Wonderful." He said as he spoke again in his deep, but low voice before turning his head to look at the clock. After he caught the time he closed his eyes a moment while sliding his hands up and behind his head to rest himself a moment.