Hap's right. I had my old Colt refinished too. To my eyes, these are some of the most beautiful bows out there. I remember clearly, I was fifteen, and my mom, little brother and I were at a flea market. I wandered off my own way, and found a bow on a table. I begged my mom for the twenty dollars, and when she saw the bow, she gave it to me.
I had graduated from my Bear Green Fox.
I shot that bow every chance I could, taking it on my bike through the naval base and naval air station to the field range that was set up in the nether regions of the base. I took it to college and shot it there, taking gym just so I could shoot it more. Got a job on a horse farm, took it with me.
After moving on, I picked it up and saw that the finish was crazed and popping off in spots, and couldn't bear to have the bow fall prey to moisture infiltration. I sent it and another Colt to Bowdoc, and now it looks like new. Well, except that Bowdoc writes so small that you can't read the serial number, especially with eyes that are thirty-eight years older than they were when they first rested on the swirling, mysterious beauty of an olla wood riser.
Killdeer