After getting into trad as a kid (14) and having shot most of my life. Every major decision i’ve done revolved around my bow. 2014 or so that changed when a 6 year old kid caught me off guard with a statement. My bowhunting came to a screeching halt. A simple remark can be life altering. Bows gathered dust, a pile of osage slats sit in the living room against the wall being knocked over regularly. My arrow making and fly tying desk became a exclusive fishing desk.
I had been itching to shoot but couldn’t bring myself to... target panics childs play compared to the last 5 years, not depressed, but lost if you will. I had the chance to watch Tred flip for reds on the klutina this summer. He had a posse around him and we had another trip planned back down the following week so we headed back to fairbanks. I never did get to meet him, he was off exploring the state by the time i went looking for him.
I finally started shooting this summer, easing back into it. Man its amazing how much you loose after that long of a break. Things are coming along now however.... fall is close in Alaska!
I live in a state most dream to hunt and haven't hunted anything here since the epiphany (the trout have some sore lips however lol) A Moose hunt with the old man is close around the corner, it will be a huge leap back into the woods with him around lol! Hopefully...i will have a story to tell the end of september!
Anyways its good seeing some familiar names!
Shoot straight!
Dan