I remember as a kid walking up to the railroad tracks that ran above my home. I'd get up to the tracks, and get down in my hands and knees and crawl along looking for these small round balls. I don't know what they even were, I think my brother told me at one point, but they were black and round, and made the perfect slingshot ammo that you could ever hope to find. I'd come home, knees black from the creosote on the ties, with a pocket full. I kept them in an old coffee can, and shot them out into the woods past where we parked the cars. I looked for them the last time I was at the tracks, and I didn't see any.
I thought about that train track ammo as I stood at my work bench and cut my latest slingshot out of a piece of laminated birch plywood. I also thought about how there should be an easier way of cutting out these shapes. I'll see what I can come up with for when I make number three!
Enough of my rambling! Let there be pictures!
I'm going smaller with my third slingshot. I want something that is much more portable. More on that later. Happy carving!