The pictures go back about 15 years…and more.
The first pic was my older daughter with a maple board bow I’d made for the occasion. The second was my youngest with an Osage bow I made, consisting of barely a couple of growth rings and some exotic wood I salvaged from a palette. The osage was taken from a pile of firewood; the remains of a tree that bordered one of my childhood fishing holes…and a really rare tree to find in New England. The third pic is the youngest again, a few more years down the road (…all of a sudden they grow legs) with a once-weathered bow I found on a farm, in pieces, and brought back to life. Actually, there were two identical bows I’d found a few months apart and got to repeat the process. I wish I had taken a picture of both girls with their bows…but there’s just no going back. I also made the quiver and arrows.
I was debating the last picture…but that happy faced lad in front of the B/W TV turned out to be the dad who wanted to find a way to share one of the best gifts he’d ever received. Recently, I purchased an identical archery set to the one in the picture, new in the box. The TV is not the only thing that will have changed when I sit for the next picture.
Anyhow…“What’s too young?”…is moot, when what could be derived is priceless. Rick.