I had Don redo my old Ben Pearson Colt, the one that my mom gave me twenty bucks in a flea market for. I was maybe fourteen, and it was the most beautiful bow that I had ever seen. Over the years, the varnish flaked from the riser, and the wood needed protection.
The bow looks new now, and will last until I am gone no doubt. I too, wish that the writing looked the same, and that the serial number had not lost a digit in the translation, but my bow is alive and kicking again.
Killdeer