Pete,
The kid's name is Morgan. His dad, Kevin, is a good buddy of mine. You may have seen him around. He's the tall dark-haired guy who shoots a Spig 650 riser with black limbs and wears a necklace with a crucifix made out of two cut nails. He's a good Christian man with a wonderful wife and three of the best behaved children you'd ever want to meet.
When Morgan came back with the busted bow, Kevin made sure he was OK and never batted an eye about the bow itself. Honestly, he couldn't have cared any less about the bow. Later that day he scoured the trade blanket looking for a new recurve for Morgan -- almost bought a Titan riser with Winex limbs -- but never found anything just right.