Dear Mr. Cody,
I’m left handed.
But I’m not some crazy shooter. I’m a BOW, an honest-to-goodness left hand 1953 Bear Kodiak!
I am the predecessor of every hand-handed bow today’s fortunate left-handed archers are shooting. I remember Fred Bear. I recall a new plant in Grayling where I was made. I recollect the beginnings of a new age for bowhunting, an age in which bows were more readily available, more durable and more consistent performers. I laid the groundwork for everything archers and bowhunters enjoy today.
In spite of being nearly 60 years old, I am in pretty darn good shape. My original grip leather is a bit tattered, but still there.
My decals are sharp and bright against the burnt-orange limb glass that I’ve worn on my belly and back for all these years.
My distinctive brush nocks are still as well done and beautiful as the day they were sanded smooth in the Grayling plant.
I am also a genuine, super-serious big-game hunting bow with a draw weight of 61 pounds, a length of 64 inches and a serial number that reads 15431.
Here’s the sticker, though. My current owner is a goofy right-handed shooter. Gasp! He doesn’t have a clue what it’s like to be left handed. He can barely hold me properly, much less appreciate me. He even had trouble gripping me for the following photograph. What a loser.
I need a rescue! I need a new home, a left-hand home with a serious left-handed shooter who will understand and fully appreciate me – someone who can grip me properly and feel the old Grayling days and Fred Bear flowing from me to them.
The next photo shows just how bad things are. It’s a stupid photo. I’m propped on an antelope’s head like a broken hoe.
I deserve better than this. Rescue me. My dumb right-handed owner would trade or sell me cheap. PM or email him as soon as possible –
[email protected].
Long live left-handers!
Topic: How many lefties do we have on here (Read 1338 times)
