I read a few pages ago that a few of you think those of us who only hunt with bamboo-cored bows are purists.
To me, longbow purists are similar to fly-fishing elitists who let all their tasty trout go free and don't sautee them in olive oil for breakfast.
Clearly, they have never met me—or my western, ridge-running, meat-eating, non-politically correct compatriots.
I only, and I mean "ONLY," hunt with bamboo-cored Hill bows for one simple reason—————performance!
Yeah, I may live on the side of a mountain in Horseshoe Bend, and admittedly, I may live to hunt elk, and yeah, I may be a bit crazy, but I do hunt with the best bows ever built on this planet.
I do my research, I practice year-round like the season will open in four short weeks (well, actually it will), and I openly admit that anything less than a hydophobic, high-performance, bamboo-cored longbow would be totally unacceptable as a hunting weapon, but I also totally refute the label of Elitist.
Eater of healthy, organic, wild, mountain-raised meat? Yup.
Lover of the flight of a well-tuned arrow? Yup. More than you will ever know.
Killer and eater of tasty animals from the Arctic Circle to OZ? You know it!
Elitist? Never! And I do mean EVER!
I much prefer to think of myself and those like me, as the total ruiners of the next two or three generations of young archers—the girls and boys who will carry our legacy a hundred generations forward.
If you wonder what a "ruiner" is, it is a person who spends a fun afternoon or two with a few young girls and boys, sons and daughters of family and friends, showing them how much fun it is to shoot balloons, dirt clods, flowers, and maybe even Olympic targets with longbows for hours on end.
After a fun afternoon like that, it seems the wild country and the old secrets of the woods-runners from every continent and race on earth, start to call their names.
It's about then that I have to show their parents where to buy a good kid's longbow.
It's a tough life—but someone's gotta do it.