When I was growing up we used to go to my Grandparent's "Gentleman's farm" twice a month. Just a little 7 acre spread with a large garden and chicken coop. Backed on the Susquehanna River. He had longbows and static tip recurves. I also had a "tom boy" aunt who taught me to shoot a bow, fly fish and ski.
But my Bowhunting mentor was Gary Hall. He was a former state archery champion and an incredible shot. Also a pretty good hunter. We met at a local lake as we had similar sailboats and only came up with the common interest in bowhunting after a dinner at his home.
We used to boat into Balsam Swamp Lake and make camp and bow-hunt there for a week. Until his heart started to go south on him and we went to day trips.
He died in 2005 in April winding up a 1964 Moto Guzzi motorcycle he had restored over the winter. Had a heart attack and dumped the bike into guardrails. Two miles from my house. He lived a very full 60 years and I miss him a lot. Not a week goes by that I don't recall Gary.
Ken Thornhill reminds me a lot of Gary. I think that's why I instantly liked him.