Digging into my arrow pile I came up with a bunch of 2016 that would work pretty well out of that little Herters. Stiff by anybodies standards the old Hoyt Pro Flex rest took up the slack and let me shoot with some degree of accuracy.
About the same time I opened our swimming pool for the summer. I knew it was what I needed for my back and I could certainly work out my wrist as well.
So the days went slowly by. There didn't seem to be much progress at first, but within a couple of weeks I picked up an old 50's era Hoyt bow. It weighs 35#@28". While I had gotten to the point where I could hold the 25 pounder the addition of another 10 pounds brought me right back to snap shooting and fighting for anchor.
I remembered back to the time some 30 years ago when I'd had to start over. I'd been in a horrendous automobile accident that crushed and dislocated vertebra in my neck. By the grace of God I'd pulled through that, relearning to walk, talk and shoot the bow. My current situation should be a cake walk.
I increased the amount of time I was spending in the pool. Hour after hour flutter kicking and working my wrist in as many ways as possible.
I was reminded of the words of my drill instructor in Marine boot camp. "It'll feel better when it quits hurting, PUKE!!!
Time slipped by as it does and summer bore down like an oven. The humidity and the temperature many days were the same 3 digit numbers. By the first of August I felt I was ready for another bump in weight.
This time I chose a bow that had belonged to a good buddy. His wife had given it to me after he passed and it had set idle for years before I pulled it down off the rack.
Bear Super Kodiak, 46#@28".
I went through the same process as with the other two bows. The weight threatening to pull the string from unwilling fingers.
If I've learned anything about bow shooting over the years it's that you need to forget about accuracy when you are working on form and just worry about going through the motions in the most meticulous way.
About a week ago I picked up my favorite Sunbear "Curly" with the Bacote and Osage riser and the checkered grip. To my delight I could get it to full draw... not for long and maybe not the full 65#, but it was close enough for now.
I was one happy camper.
Here's "Curly" from the Solana hunt a couple of years back.
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