Not too long ago I posted a photo of me with my first bow holding a big carp that I had just shot of French Creek about 27 years ago. The bow was a Bear Alaskan (the Halloween bow) given to me as a child by my Grandfather's next door neighbor. That thing was my constant companion for years, and made me the archer I am (at least would like to be) today.
As I mentioned, recently the bow was damaged beyond repair, I thought about just hanging it on the wall as a decoration, but that felt hollow to me. So with much contemplation and tears in my eyes, I cut it into three pieces and sent it to Maineac to have it turned into the scales of a set of Daddy/Daughter knives.
Mike (Maineac) notified me that the knives were ready, so last weekend my daughter and I made a road trip to meet him and retrieve our new knives. Folks, I have to say that Mike's creativity, materials and craftsmanship far exceeded my expectations. I was pretty much speechless when we lifted them out of the display case; and when I handed Kelly hers, she was smiling ear to ear.
Here are some pics so you can see virtual first hand why we are so happy.
It was my bow, so mine is the one with coin
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I guess that about covers it. Thanks for reading. And thank you Maineac.
Tom