Weylin...that is crazy. Kind of a chiral cosmic coincidence. Like you said, hopefully our luck turns around.
Mullet, forgot to mention that is the second old yew stave to blow up on me, as well. The first was a very old (40s maybe 30s) old wall hanger ELB ..of my dads. It was a couple years ago when I first started getting drawn towards wood bows when I got curious about this bow, decided to string it and give it a few short warm-up draws...Pow. The bow exploded, leaving me with string in one hand and the riser in the other...the limbs, along with any sense of self-worth, were nowhere to be found.