I had been fortunate as a boy. I grew up on the Kenai Peninsula in Alaska, and just about any archery equipment that was dated seemed to just pass my way. How I miss it! I lost all my gear...every last bit when my father got arrested for murder, and my family's cabin was seized for "evidence". Most everything was ransacked, stolen, or vandalized and I have just now gotten the heart to look for a decent bow and get back into "flinging sticks" as my old man used to call it. But my fondest good deal was my first "real" recurve...a Bear Black bear 35 lbs. I got that bow for 25 cents and the promise of a rabbit hide when I was 9 years old...I spent all that summer before school started traipsing around like a threshing machine trying to get one! But later that fall, I was fortunate enough to catch a big snowshoe literally standing for me just past my old bag target...Easy enough to take. I got him, tanned him out, and was the happiest boy on the Kenai when I gave up that pelt. This thread has caused a lot of memories to flood back. Thanks all!