My love for bow making is not unlike my love for women. I wanted to try them all. Old, young, fancy, skinny, fat, fast, slow. Just like women I seem to have settled into dependable, pleaseant to look at, and nice to hold. I just love picking up a piece of wood and making it bend without destryong it. Lat night I found a strip of yew sapwood I had cut off a stave and saved, about 1 1/16 wide and 50 inches long. Next thing I know I got her bending and she feels just lovely at about 35#, now I am thinking about stacking some sinew on the back and reflexing it hoping for 45#. It made me realize thats what I really love about bow making, not so much the sure things as the ones that have potential!