My bow, like me, bear a few scars from the hunts anywhere from the Michigan foresets to the Colorado Rockies. From rocks, and mud, to barbed wire fences, and quad rides. They get used to lean on, to steady my bonoculars, to block an oak brush branch from busting me in the face, pulling someone up a steep climb, you name it.
Its been dropped, tossed, slid down a steep embankment, knocked over, fell off, and dang near run over.
Its been hung from nails, branches, wires and sticks. Its been rained on, snowed on, bled on, and sweated on. If anything else was done on it, I dont wanna know.
But that bow has been huntin. It ain't been disrespected by hangin someplace unstrung all pretty and neat for someone to look at.
I dare anyone to say that about a wheelie bow. They may work just fine for killin animals, but they've got no soul.
When I get home, I wipe it down, and wax the string. Its ready to go again. Like a good hunting dog, 'cept its never done anything on the carpet that would get the wife riled up.
Nope, theres no such thing as a bow too pretty to hunt with.