A little family backround. My Father died when I was about a year old. My Grandfather died shortly after , he just could not handle the loss of my dad. When I was 14 years old I asked my Mother for a bow for my birthday with no prior knowledge of my fathers side of the family being involved with archery. My Mothers jaw hit the ground and she walked around in a daze for a day or two. My 15th Birthday came and I got my first bear bow. She then sat me down and filled me in about my Fathers side of the family. I shot paper plates on straw bales for years and never stopped. This pic is a piece of my past that means alot to me.