34 years ago today I recieved my first real bow for my 4th birthday!
Actually Dad says I was shooting a little hickory branch bow before that but this was the first real bow.
I still got that little bear bow. All five of my sons started out shooting with it, around a dozen nieces and nephews have shot it a few times as well as a bunch of neighbor kids.
Here it is the birthday gift that created the monster I have become (according to my Mom)!
I was lucky I guess to grow up in a bowhunting family and to get an early start.
My dad is a bowhunter, my grandfather did a little bowhunting and I wouldn't be suprised if my great grand father had shot a few arra's!
There's something to be said about the drive to hunt being genetic I suppose. Or may be it was because when Mom went into labor with me Dad had just came in with a limit of squirrels! Mom was gracias enough to hold me back until Dad could finish cleaning them and drive her to the hospital! I got a feeling there was still a little squirrel blood under his nails when he held me the first time that day.......maybe thats where my desire to hunt came from!
Anyway I have a 3 year old great nephew who has been staying with me for the last 6 months or so, He's getting his turn in on my "first bow"!
Alot of lives have been touched by that little fiberglass thing!