Osage has Soul
Here's a story about a particular Osage bow that I have. Sometime back in the early 1980's I heard of an old bowyer in Indiana that had a lot of bow wood. I looked him up and went to see him. Long story short, I bought several staves from him. One was an exceptional piece that was long enough to make a bow around 66" and as straight as could be with exceptional grain. The story was that he had cut that particular stave nearly 50 years earlier and had sealed the ends and stored it in the upstairs of his house. I bought the one piece stave from him for the staggering price of $20.00.
Fast forward 10 years when Ron Hardcastle from Texas came to my shop one day. He saw the stave which I hadn't had the time (or nerve) to cut into, admired it, said it was a fine looking piece of wood and that it should be made into a bow. I agreed with him and told him to take it home and do just that.
A couple months later he called with the news that the bow was finished, it came out 60#@27" and it was the best bow he had ever made. Then he told me he was going to send it back to me and that I was to put the finish on it. He also said I should give it a good name and maybe a little poem written on the limb.
I named the bow
Sleeping Beauty and this is the poem that is written on the lower limb
Fifty years as a stave I slept My fate uncertain, my promise unkept For love of beauty and days of old, A Bowyer came forth with hands so bold He finished the task, he set me free To be the bow I was meant to be