MacGyver would have been proud of my creation.
It was made of tarp, duct tape, and PVC pipe – the trifecta of any standard backwoods apparatus. Every time a ball fell into the funnel at the bottom of the back drop, it would roll with a tickety-tick as it made its way down the plastic conduit I’d repurposed for the job and emerge at my feet. No more looking for lost balls.
The Sling Shot Ball Return System is my time-saving invention.
I took up sling shot this summer after my husband spotted a Yellow Jacket nest in a tree on our property. We took potshots at it with a BB gun but the tiny little holes we were making were doing only a marginal job at destroying the nest.
I wanted something a little more effective so I grabbed the slingshot I’d bought for my son a year earlier.
I took a shot and missed by a mile but I got a little better over the next few weeks. I made it a habit to take a few shots each day and after the brittle rubber band broke, I upgraded to the ten-dollar model from Walmart.
The balls I bought were quickly disappearing into the bushes and pine needles on the ground. In the hundreds, they would disappear within a day or two. With no backdrop, I’d have to rummage through the bushes, crawl under trees and roam about for a half hour only to recover about a third of them each time.
At that rate of return my numbers dwindled quickly so one morning I had an idea.
I envisioned a ball return system.
We had about two-hundred feet of PVC pipe left over from our original internet installation so I grabbed about five or so twelve-foot lengths for my project.
My first design involved using a huge cardboard box I ripped apart as a backdrop but the balls bounced off of it like it was made of rubber.
Next was tarp. We have plenty of that. It had the “give” to absorb the impact. I hung one up from two trees then taped a funnel into the bottom so the balls would drop in and role down the tube. Much better.
It actually worked although it required constant tweaking. Pine needles kept clogging it and the rocks I decided to shoot into it didn’t help.
My husband, who generally sleeps in later than me, emerged from the RV the morning I made my invention and shambled over to where I had set everything up. He eyeballed the remains of the mangled box and my creation and mumbled “how long have you been up?”