Ran into a guy nicknamed Buzzy, he told me he couldn't make a bow, had tried about 50 times and every one of them broke.
I invited him to my house for a bow making session, gave him a nice osage stave, some direction, and turned him loose to work on his stave while I was working on one of my own.
I had my back to him when I heard him start cussing. I thought he was using my belt sander to straighten up the sides of his limbs, turns out he was using it to shape the fades, it got away from him and he ground one fade to about 1/4" thickness on one side.
I asked him why he used the belt sander when he should have used a file. He said he had always tried to start a bow in the morning and shoot it in the afternoon. Now I understood why he couldn't make a bow.
It took me a month or so to alter his thought process and get him to slow down. When he made his first shooting bow he was so proud of it getting in a hurry was never a problem again.
He went on to make 30 or 40 fine bows before overwhelming life issues forced him to put up his tools.