This is me as a kid on the farm. The date on the back of the photo is 1945. I had a lemonwood longbow, a pinto pony named "Scout", and an Indian outfit. :cool: I roamed the woods and fields pretending to be a mighty hunter living off the land. I always went home when I got hungry.
The picture below was my 1st archery award that I won at summer camp in 1947. My folks wern't rich but they sent me to a fancy boys camp that had classes teaching all kinds of outdoor activitys. Riding horses, rifle shooting, wood craft, canoeing, and archery. You were supposed to go to a different class every hour. I wouldn't go to the other classes and stayed in the archery class shooting with a different group of boys every hour.
When they ask me to go to the other activitys, I refused and told the instructors all I wanted to do was shoot the bow. I foung out later that the camp director called my parents to tell them of the trouble they were having with me. My dad told him, "if all the boy wants to do is shoot the bow, then let him shoot the bow".
The last days in camp when everybody had to shoot to qualify for a Bowmans certificate with a score of 100 or better. I shot 189, the highest score in camp.