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Offline Carson (CMB)

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Happy Father's Day Dad
« on: June 17, 2012, 03:45:49 pm »
I just wanted to share some old pictures of me and my brothers and kids from the neighborhood shooting bows in the backyard with help from dad.  He taught us a lot, but most of all he taught us to teach ourselves and others.  Thanks Dad








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"The bow is the old first lyre,
the mono chord, the initial rune of fine art
The humanities grew out from archery as a flower from a seed
No sooner did the soft, sweet note of the bow-string charm the ear of genius than music was born, and from music came poetry and painting and..." Maurice Thompso

Offline gstoneberg

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Re: Happy Father's Day Dad
« Reply #1 on: June 17, 2012, 04:41:55 pm »
Great pictures!

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Offline osage outlaw

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Re: Happy Father's Day Dad
« Reply #2 on: June 17, 2012, 05:03:55 pm »
Awesome pictures.
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Re: Happy Father's Day Dad
« Reply #3 on: June 20, 2012, 12:02:55 pm »
love that,very cool. :)
   Pappy
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Offline Carson (CMB)

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Re: Happy Father's Day Dad
« Reply #4 on: June 20, 2012, 01:25:51 pm »
Thanks George, outlaw and pappy.  I came across these pictures when I was visiting mom and dad.  I just had to scan them and e-mail them to myself.  Lots of good memories shooting backyard haybails.
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"The bow is the old first lyre,
the mono chord, the initial rune of fine art
The humanities grew out from archery as a flower from a seed
No sooner did the soft, sweet note of the bow-string charm the ear of genius than music was born, and from music came poetry and painting and..." Maurice Thompso
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