I did'nt write this found it on a poster years ago.
What is a Bow Hunter?
Well…between a delightful old man conjuring up memories of long ago hunts and a
boy's first bow, we find an unpredictable creature called a bowhunter.Bowhunters come
in assorted sizes, but they all have the same creed: to spend as much time as possible
outdoors.
Bow hunters are found nearly everwhere,stalking around swamps, sneaking through briar
patches, and scouting deer tracks a month before the season opens. Mothers love them;
sweethearts can't understand them; the boss envies them, and heaven protects them.
When you are busy working, a bow hunter is thinking of lonely trails and a countryside
painted with autumn leaves. When you want him to make a good impression all he can
talk about is fletching an arrow and his favorite bow.
A bow hunter is a funny guy…in the woods he will happily eat last year's candy bar
and drink from any mountain stream, but at home his wife pampers his stomach.
He likes long weekends, buckskin jackets, old apple orchards, logging roads,
unposted land and questionable companions who are also hunters. Without
though of race,creed,or color, he likes people who hunt with arrows three months
a year talk about it twelve.
Nobody else is so early to rise or so late to dinner. Nobody else can cram into one
pocket an extra bowstring, waterproof matches, insect repellant, a bottle of buck lure,
a faulty compass, a can opener, a red handkerchief, and two chocolate bars.
A bow hunter is an instinctive creature. You know where he is in spring and summer,
but he's hard to find in the fall… when he's overcome by that primitive urge to roam
free in the foothills and swamps with hope of just one clear shot…to chase game
with the ghosts of other hunters…from other times. thats all he really asks.