What a great idea for a post. It caused me to open up some old photo albums and spend a couple hours with my wife reminiscing. I found a couple of photos from back in the day. I had to scan the photos as they were taken with a Polaroid.
This one was my first deer and first bow kill. 1969 at Quantico Marine Corps Base, Virginia. I was 15 and used a 45# Shakespeare Necedah and Herters aluminum arrows tipped with a Bear Razorhead. I still have the bow and a few of the arrows. I was hunting with my uncle the last 2 days of the season because my dad had to work. This guy had walked under my stand the previous morning and I passed on the shot looking for something bigger. The next evening I couldn't hold out any longer. I was way up in a wooden stand and shot him from near vertical. He went 25 yards and piled up with a double lung shot. I still remember vividly when I took him to the game check station on base a couple other guys came over and started razzing me for shooting Bambi. The game warden shut them down asking, "Where's your deer... besides when they are that small, they are harder to hit." The little button dressed out at a whopping 32 lbs and was great eating.
You can barely see what is a tree stand hanging in the tree in our backyard. My grandfather was a blacksmith in Kansas and my dad asked him if he could make a portable stand. This contraption was it. It was made of heavy angle iron and was so heavy and unwieldy that we ever took it to the woods and only used it to practice shooting from an elevated position in the backyard.
Boy, was I skinny back then! 14 years old in this picture with my Shakespeare Yukon.