I always had a special bond with my Grandfather. I have a lot of good memories of times spent with him hunting, fishing and trapping, along with all the other things we shared. He's the one that got me into traditional archery somewhere around the age of 5.
My grandfather loved to hunt, but he never bow hunted. In fact, he always thought the whole idea was a little foolish. Why shoot at deer with sticks, when you can shoot them with a rifle?
I was infatuated with the bow and arrow from as far back as I can remember, and my Grandfather did his best to keep me in both. I didn't even realize it at the time, but looking back, he'd spend hours at a time making me bows from branches, cutting shoots, and fletching them with whatever feathers he could come up with.
I don't think he knew anything about making bows, and a lot of the time they were just a cut green branch with string grooves cut into them, and a piece of leather for a grip. They didn't last long before they took so much set that they were next to useless, but he'd make me another, then another.
I have no idea how many arrows he must have made for me, but it had to have been a LOT. I don't remember breaking any, but I do remember spending a lot of time looking for them.
My first kill, a starling, was made with one of those little bows, and my Grandfather's arrows. I shot it out of the lilac bush behind his house.
I guess after a while, he realized that archery wasn't just a passing fad with me, so he took me to a store and bought me a little fiberglass recurve, and some arrows. The starlings and red squirrels were in trouble then.
Kills were few and far between, but I hunted every chance I had, and I started to learn some things about hunting, that have served me well over the years.
A few years later, my Dad went to work for a company that made sporting equipment. They made bows too, and Dad took over the job of keeping me in archery tackle.
For Christmas the first year he worked there, I got a glass backed recurve, some fiberglass arrows with practice points, and a target. I was in the big league then.
I killed my first real game with that recurve, a cottontail rabbit, at nine or ten years old, and I couldn't have been more proud.
I've been bowhunting ever since my Grandfather made me my first bow, and those shoot arrows so many years ago. I'll always be grateful to him for spending what I've realized since, was a lot of time and no small amount of work, to fuel what became a lifelong passion with me.
Now I have two Grandsons of my own. I made them their first little bows from branches, and their first arrows from shoots. They're a little bigger now, so I've got them shooting the little fiberglass recurve that my Grandfather gave me.
They love archery, and I hope that if I keep them in bows and arrows, that love will turn into a lifelong passion like it has with me.
Bob