My best friend, high school classmate, and traditional hunting partner has been out of the loop these last few years due to his wife's battle with cancer. I was honored and blessed to conduct her funeral this past Saturday. In the months leading up to her departure she and I had conspired against him so to speak in getting him a Christmas present to remember her by.
He and I use to shoot some trad shoots together, but mostly we are hunters. His first custom bow was a 60lb Wapiti recurve that he bought from Keith in 1992. He broke a limb on it a few years ago and it was hiding in a closet waiting on the resurrection. I spent two days looking for it (she was in the hospital and unable to help me find it)before I finally found it. I contacted Keith Chastain with our plans to get a set of 47lb limbs for it.
Keith was awesome and he got them finished lickety split and I received them last Thursday. Her wish was for me to get his old favorite operational again and for us to chase all manner of critters until we are too old. She, I and my buddy were/are all 45 so hopefully we will have a long career. I wish she could have been there when I gave it to him this past Sunday evening.
I invited him over to my house for a little arrow flinging/therapy session and presented it to him. Who says trad shooters don't cry? We both shed tears and the path to emotional recovery has begun. Sorry for being so wordy, but I wanted to share this Christmas story of 2011.
Wyatt