OK, I admit it. I sold a bow.
It happened last week. I premeditated it, I took steps to do it, and, I dooed it.
It was a '67 Bear Kodiak Hunter, 48 pounds. Left handed. I bought it so that I could shoot left handed. I am left eye dominant.
I did practice it a few times. I have left-hand tabs and everything. But I have SO many bows that are right-handed, I can't imagine selling them because at fifty years old, I decided to go left-handed. And I was lousy at it.
Never mind that I am also lousy right-handed. I am working on that. I am shooting only one bow these days, and as soon as I settle on ash instead of ash, cedar and loonyums, I expect that my accuracy will improve. You see, I bought this truck.
Oh, uh, you don't see. Well, I am a mailma'am. I was delivering the US mail from a Tundra. I tried a new six-banger after my old six-banger started running on five bangs, but they had redesigned it since '93, and I couldn't keep my foot on the brake and shift gears while sitting in the passenger seat.
I had been looking for five years, the span of my career. Out of the murky mists that rise over the Potomac each morn, it finally appeared, the Mail Truck of my dreams! On the bulletin board of my office, like a mushroom, sprang overnight a notice that a real honest-to-mailbox LLV was for sale! A refugee from a Naval base (like me!!) had been bought and sold to a carrier in a nearby Post Office. He was now going into the ASP program and wouldn't need it anymore. (ASP is management training. The ASP program is where they turn a carrier into a snake.)
I jumped on it like a duck on a Junebug. I took a loan. I called the county involved and told them to "Tax me, please!!" I registered it. I tagged it. I insured it. I got followed around by supervisors trying to save the PO money by shaving time ($) offa my route because I had this swell vehicle and didn't have to dismount as much as I used to. I had no money. I had to go to the Baltimore shoot.
So I wrapped the old bow in a greasy rag and set out to sell it. It sold. And since I had now recouped my travel and shoot expenses, and some of the food and drink, I bought a dozen arrows from Brandywine. I wish I were a hard-nosed businesswoman, sharp and rich, instead of such a lousy shot with a great truck!
Killdeer