Ten months ago, the doctor told me grimly that I may never shoot a hunting weight bow again... Apparently med school doesn't take into account the stubbornness of a bowhunter. I bit the bullet and hung it up for a few months, allowing my right shoulder and elbow time to heal, hoping to be ready in time for September. Long story short, I simply couldn't manage a hunting weight stick even after intense rehab (Word to the wise; Don't overbow and over-do it).
Ever hardheaded, my recurve came with me to Kansas this past November wearing 45 pound limbs. Though my deer hunting was relegated to "other means", I found shooting, with a floating anchor mid-chest (and a draw length of a mere 23") yielded acceptable accuracy out to twenty or so yards with the curve.
Just one of many pheasants that fell to my Hex Blunts.
A 'yote that came charging by in time to take a Magnus through the chest.
Which brings us to this morning. For the first time in nearly a year, I managed to tote a hunting weight stickbow into the woods. My longbow and I ended up a mere 13 yards from a sage old gobbler, who came across nearly 300 yards of open field to investigate my turkey pillow-talk. As he closed the distance, my arm never felt stronger as those limbs came back in that graceful arc we all know and love. In the end, he never gave me just what I wanted, and left me there at full draw. But damn it felt good to be there, both in the woods and at full draw...
Long story short; its good to be back Gang.
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