Here is my favorite part of bow-making: There is a moment in the process when the stave, quite suddenly, quits acting like it is content being a tree trunk, and starts acting like it wants to be a bow. It is almost a form of two-way communication, as if the wood suddenly understands what you want for it, and decides it wants the same thing. We call it "floor tillering," and some simply call it "when the wood starts to bend." But it's far more beautiful than that.
It happened tonight: I'm working on a hickory stave that will, barring misfortune, incompetence, or hidden flaws in the wood, become a pyramid bow. One moment it was a dead hunk of wood. The next moment, it felt alive. It felt like a bow.
I love it when the wood starts to live.
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