The day afield with a longbow in hand , wearing a back quiver full of cedars , loosing my handmade arrows at whatever target presents itself, the stump, the wind thrown leaf , the rabbit atop the rockpile just ahead ...
The writings of Pyle and Hill , the photo's of Swinehart in Sagittarius that made a young kid dream of far away adventure , Tolkiens forests , Errol Flynn with yew bow in hand on the saturday afternoon TV movie as a young kid ...
The connection to something aside from bills, the office ...
The promise of campfires in mid winter, the coffee steaming hot as the fire flickers shadows on the bow and quiver hanging from the tree near by ... the camaraderie that can only be found in like minded archers
the chance at taking game on what I consider fair terms ...
The adventure of it all ....