They say confession is good for the soul. So I confess that I still do not shoot my Hills as accurately as I do some of my recurves, but it probably doesn't matter to me as much as it should. It seems like I like the IDEA of the straight gripped, straight ended, string follow longbow to a degree where I simply do not want to shoot anything else.
I shoot almost every day and, at the end of each session, I think that the NEXT session will be the one. I will find my fast, fluid, repeatable form and the magic will begin. It makes me want to get up early....
Same nonsense with arrows. I'm not shooting ash because I think it is "better" than good cedar, sitka spruce, or douglas fir. (It isn't.) But, doggone it, I like the IDEA of ash arrows more than the anything else--and I just ordered another four dozen shafts....
Same nonsense with broadheads. I simply have not been able to get my Hill Broadheads as dangerously, hair-poppin sharp as a Zwicky Eskimo, an old Bear Razorhead, or an Ace, but once again, I've fallen victim to an IDEA.
I've tried all the quivers I am going to try. My off-the shoulder, latigo, back quiver is broken-in, and it isn't coming off....
I have always had an irrational, negative bias towards bow stringers. I string my longbows with a step-through--and I don't think I could twist one of those thick limbs on purpose, much less by accident. Whether of not anyone agrees or disagrees with my rationale has become "a matter of complete indifference".
I turned sixty a few months ago. I find I have grown far more concerned about the old friends I may bury than the new friends I may make. It's time to put the cards on the table. So, I guess I'm asking: Is it official? Am I a curmudgeon, yet?
Be well,
Bob