I offer this long winded oration as an explanation of change…
I was shooting at rabbits with my Grandfathers single shot .22 short before I even entered school and grew up a firearm shooter,(rifle, pistol and shotgun).In my 30s I became a bow hunter,(both compound and crossbow)… I wouldn’t have paid for a recurve of any kind… a couple years ago I was given an old Pearson. One Saturday afternoon shooting and I was hooked…Telling a friend of my fun, of my sons, the grandson trying, and the retriever doing what he does best, retrieving,(some of the arrows didn’t make it); I was given another old Pearson. Both old bows were RH and I am LH, so I sold them to get a lefty…I still wouldn’t have given $100 for a bow…But I did pay $70 for one…As my interest and enthusiasm grew so did my quest for knowledge…oh and so did the buying this one and selling that one…In a quest to find “THE ONE”…The new custom bows didn’t do it for me…”but the old ones did”….And so the obsessive gathering…I mean collecting began.
I am over 50…This yr I didn’t hunt with a rifle at all…But I did with a 1964 Shakespeare LH400, a 1954 Bear Polar and a 1956 Bear Polar,(different times of course),…My 4 year old grandson and his Bear Goblin joined me one time out…We didn’t fling any arrows, but we watched a doe 50’ away as she watched us. Afterwards we quietly walked up and looked over the does’ tracks and watched another deer slip through the trees; a day to remember.
This past weekend my wife seeing the addicted… I mean enthusiastic gleam in my eye agreed to accompany me to Kazoo to the traditional archery expo so I could feed my habit… I mean hobby. And there I cast my lustful gaze upon… I mean saw a 59 for only $750…when I got home I started assessing what I could sell from the “collection” in order to be able to buy the 59…
And so; I went from not being willing to spend a penny, to having no rational reason why I now was considering spending $750…all for the simple pleasure of flinging a few arrows…
First bow…..Free
Next bow….possibly $750
Last bow…unknown
Afternoon with my grandson watching deer and having and arrow notched….”PRICELESS”