Another long day...... It has been approximately 8 months since my re-entrance into trad archery.... And still no matter how tired I am from the day, no matter how much I just want to sit down, I hear it. I go to my gear room and lock up my duty belt and hang up my uniform. As I stand there, I hear a whisper.... the whisper of my bows singing to me. Still 8 months later after having bought the bow I had dreamed about since boyhood, and another that I had to have, I pick them up in awe. I admire the craftsmanship, I follow the grain in the risers, I dream of the woods. I hope this feeling never fades, and I hope my desire to live vicariously through an arrow just released never diminishes.
Today and everyday Fred whispers to me. I hope I never grow to busy, or get caught up in the noise that is the daily grind to hear him.
Shoot straight and often friends.
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Topic: Whisper of Fred Bear (Read 805 times)
