Thanks for all the kind words.
Dad is a city boy. He bought the bow after The Corps sent him to Ft. Leonard Wood, intending to take a deer with it. He never got a shot.
Within a couple years he was out of the military and working for McDonnell Douglas in Florida.
The bow went in the closet until I discovered it after we had moved to Arkansas in 1971.
I was 11 years old and we lived in the middle of nowhere, so hunting became a big part of my life.
I sent him the picture with the bow and deer.
“Great White Hunter” he said.
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