Would be interesting to see any pics reflecting your own trad heritage.
Me in 74 while hunting buff on horseback. Would have harvested and feasted if my horse hadn’t developed a bum leg. If you notice those bell bottoms. You are mistaken. They are chaps.
Amazingly, traditional archery continues to evolve into something much sweeter? Possibly I am yielding more of myself and permitting the mystique to encompass me. I am living the dream! Every animal harvested today and forward is increasingly endowed greater respect. A sign of maturity, I’m not sure, but a love, engrossment of these creatures’ lives and the embodiment of trad, continues to surge to heights unparalleled. How can I be more rewarded than the gift of traditional archery?
Radical, Maybe! I just wish to afford and expose the opportunity of this beautiful gift which remains obscure to many. Because of my exposure, doesn’t necessitate knowledge, but reveals a passion unshaken. May many, also, find their way.
Topic: Pics and Reflections of the Past (Read 111 times)
