...and it's all I can think about. The bow was bursting out of the stave. It was just meant to be. Everything went perfectly from selecting the stave, to chasing the ring, to laying it out, to cutting it, to floor tiller, to heatgunning it. I smiled all the way from stave to caul. I talked about it with my wife when she came out to the shop. She even asked about it later as we watched TV (The Mentalist, I love that guy). "How's your bow?" she asked.
I went to bed thinking about it. I believe I dreamt of it all night long. I slept like a baby. I woke up thinking about it. I talked about it with my daughter the whole way to school. I just can't get it out of my mind.
60" total length, 1-1/16" wide, gonna be 60-65% at 29", bend just into the handle, sinew backed, 3/32" rings with a 2:1 latewood:early wood ratio, smallish recurved tips, just one pin cluster to add character and a slight wiggle in one limb just to prove it's really wood. MMMhMMMMM. I think I'm in love.
No pics except in my mind. Maybe a video tonight if I feel you are worthy for such a beautiful sight. If you must have a picture right now, close your eyes and think of the following in order: butterscotch pudding, peanut butter, bacon, Halle Berry, warm summer rain. Now you might have a picture of the joy in my heart