Guess my story little different than most, vast majority of my family did not hunt, those that did was just gun hunters. I recall seeing Fred Bear hunt a bear on a TV show, then I was given a bow from a yard sale, that someone made for a youth, and played around with it some, nothing serious. I had seen some guys shooting wheel bows on base
in the Marines, but no spark.
It was after I left the service and a buddy talked me into going squirrel hunting, afterward we stopped by an archery shop so he could check on his
bow. I sat drinking coffee watching the guys/gals shoot and looking and I said that would be a challenge. At the time I was suffering from P.T.S.D.,
but was stupid enough not to get treatment, thank god I found this or would not be here.
Long story shorter, after bowhunting with wheels for few years, and being very successful, I said "there has to be more of a challenge". It was then
that I remembered my youth of shooting that stick/string.
Pre internet, I went to the library and they had two great books on the shelf, "hunting the hard way" and "Archers Bible". I got them and reading them
was in living room, my uncle stopped by seen them and said, "You know your grandfather has one of those old bows". I reached out to my grandfather
and after stopping by, he gave me a Bear Kodiak Magnum 45#, he said "We (meaning all the family who hunted) tried it back in the early 70's but was
just to much time and hard. Why use it when have gun?" Now with a bow and some knowledge, I got some arrows. Two months of shooting brought
me opening day. The first week, I missed 3 deer cleanly, and it became apparent that this was much harder. I bore down and worked harder at
my woodsmanship skills, and the week before the rut a mature Doe, lay with my arrow in her. I was so in awe of the flight of the arrow and the ease
of using simple tackle to accomplish this, the fire took off. From then on, I never looked back, not thought of it.
The silence of the string slipping from my fingers, the slight thump of the bow pushing the arrow, the flight of the shaft, landing on target. God blessed us, the time to enjoy and cherish this magic time in the field. There will come the day I shoot my last arrow, but I plan on many until then.