Trap, I have your quiver packed. Over the years I've accumulated a bunch of stuff. Most of it now resides in collections other than mine, with the exception of books, magazines, photos and other paper items. I specialize in the written, recorded history. Others in the equipment of our past. I found I couldn't do both justice so I stuck with what I enjoyed most. The other was traded, sold or given away.
As Trap said, this quiver has a history and belonged to the late Sterling Harrell, my neighbor and friend. When Sterling passed, with the exception of a phone call to express my families symapathy, I avoided his widow because I knew she would be plagued with folks wanting to buy his stuff, and he had one or two exceptionally rare items.
Weeks passed and a mutual friend of Sterling and I called, saying Mrs. Harrell wanted to see me. I drove the mile or so to Sterling's home and as suspected she'd had many inquiries, particularly about Sterling's arrow collection. She told me the family had taken what they wanted and she still had a bunch of stuff and was tired of worrying with folks. At this point I told her to show me the stuff she didn't want and I'd purchase the entire lot.
Sterling had a small storage building in the back that he kept odds and ends in. I checked it to see what was there and what do you think I found? His arrow collection that everyone was bugging her to buy that she didn't realize was there. Sterling had, for some unknown reason, moved it there from the place he normally kept it his house.
Sterling was more interested in the utility of his equipement rather than the collectability, and it shows on most of his stuff because he used it.
I've been offered more than I sold it to Trap several times in the past but didn't sell it for some reason....maybe bad vibes. Something about Trap touched a note this time and I sold it to him for a reasonable price and I'm happy to see it going to someone who will enjoy this piece pf history.
I'm keeping Sterling's Hill style quiver he used most of the time. He was a fixture here in Ruston and missed by many. Most anytime driving by his home you'd see him in the front yard practicing trick shots or teaching someone how to shoot a longbow.
The year or so before Sterling died he wanted some white arrows. I made him up a dozen of full length dipped white with white maxi-fletch feathers, about as white as it gets.
I'd had his stuff for a couple years, when for some reason I was fooling around with this old Hill back quiver and notice something I'd missed before. When I turned the quiver upside down and dumped the contents, a broken, white arrow with a bloody Pearson Deadhead fell out...the last arrow Sterling used to kill an animal, one from the dozen I'd made him.
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