Ron, that was 10 long years ago. That NH moose was the first of many animals to fall to that Drifter. Wish I knew then, what I know now!
I had been thinking for years about writing a magazine article titled "The Drifter" to tell the parallel stories of how that bow and I have drifted along through the past several decades, until our paths converged. I know my story, how I have drifted from job to job, friend to friend, and state to state. But I had given up learning how that particular bow drifted from Jim's hands way back when to my hands now.
I missed George's phone call today but hope to talk tonight. It will be the highlight of a pretty crappy day. If I can get home before dark tonight, I will string up my old friend The Drifter and shoot some arrows - it will do both of us some good......