I do not remember when this bow was not a part of the family.
Before I was born Dad received it as a gift from his father, an untamed man in his own right, who passed away this fall.
Dad doesn't have too much opportunity to bow hunt at present so I was using it this year. Color me sentimental, but I would have very much liked to have killed a deer with this bow.
As I was taught, I should have unstrung it. Contemporary opinions differ. Maybe I am glad I left it strung. If it had to break, I'd rather it break in the garage than when drawn on a target or otherwise held in my hand.
There is nothing that is permanent. We're all just taking turns. Today I eat a grouse. Tomorrow the earth eats me. Alfalfa eats dirt. Grouse eats alfalfa. Man eats grouse.
Before I was born Dad received it as a gift from his father, an untamed man in his own right, who passed away this fall.
Dad doesn't have too much opportunity to bow hunt at present so I was using it this year. Color me sentimental, but I would have very much liked to have killed a deer with this bow.
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| I didn't loose it. I gave it back. |
As I was taught, I should have unstrung it. Contemporary opinions differ. Maybe I am glad I left it strung. If it had to break, I'd rather it break in the garage than when drawn on a target or otherwise held in my hand.
There is nothing that is permanent. We're all just taking turns. Today I eat a grouse. Tomorrow the earth eats me. Alfalfa eats dirt. Grouse eats alfalfa. Man eats grouse.
The bow is wood and wood, too, must return to the earth.
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