Sounds like a title to a song doesn't it?..
I let a slick talker talk me right out of my pretty little Classic Hunter last weekend.. :(
Jack Paluh from Pa who paints those very cool prints of Indians hunting deer and turkeys with primitive bows is now the owner of my personal bow. I talked to Jack on Saturday when he stopped by my truck. He was telling me about his shoulder problems and the bow he was shooting wasn't helping things any. I handed him my 45# Shrew Classic Hunter (Jacks a lefty) and told him to go over to the practice range a shoot a few arrows.
He was back in 10 minutes wanting to buy my bow. I told him I really didn't want to sell my bow but that I could put him on the waiting list for a Shrew. I won't say that he begged, and I won't say that he cried, but he slick talked me into feeling sorry for him and before I knew what was happening, he was handing me a check and walking away with my bow.
So...when I got home I told Gregg that I needed a new bow...another Classic Hunter in a "SAFARI" model...