I was spending summers at my Grandpa's place near Grayling Michigan.
I had (still have it) a York green glass bow, and a pretty good collection of mismatched hardware store arrows. By day, I snuck around trying to shoot "gophers" (13 lined ground squirrels). For every gopher I killed I got a comic book....usually Sgt Rock.
Most Saturdays we would go into Grayling, and visit Bear Archery. My Grandpa always called it "Bear Mountain", I'm not sure if that was the real name. I would prowl around the pro shop, and eventually end up in the mini theater watching Bear movies.
Statute of limitations is probably up.....my Grandpa also taught me how to run a trot line for brook trout. I was a full grown adult before I realized we shouldn't do that. Regardless, we had trout for breakfast most mornings.
Those were great days!!!!