This certainly has the feel of cozy fire to belly up to and tell a few stories....believe me my fish stories don't get larger with age...
I started out in our sport when I was 9 years old and that was some 59 years ago. Of course our sport was not considered traditional back then....most of us were too darn poor to buy ammo, much less a shotgun or rifle, so I for one was forced to use stick and string [ "forced" was not the correct word....I actually loved the bow]. Those early days growing up in Oklahoma, taught me a lot about hunting, whether it was for summer bowfishing, frog hunting and the occasional squirrel. When I was around 14 deer hunting was the big thing in the fall, followed by rabbits that winter. My family always had plenty of wild game to eat. One thing my dad taught me was if I shoot it I better eat it.......a lesson I had to learn the hard way on one occasion---you see, I made the mistake of shooting a darn Mocking Bird, out my bedroom window what was always making a racket, so I took my BB gun and dispatched the bird to where ever birds go. That evening my dad came home from work, only to find the darn bird laying in the drive way.......well a long story--short, I couldn't set down for what seemed like several days.
I've had the great opportunity to hunt many of our Western states, and some of the Southeast, due in part to my military career.
Along the way I've taken a few deer, hogs, and turkey all with recurves-----these old hands have never touched a modern compound bow. I still love the smell of burning feathers and cedar arrows being made. When my time comes to meet my maker I just hope he has an old "Field" course I can walk and shoot an arrow or two..................
Thanks again..........
