Suh-WEET jumpin' Jehosephat! Wouldja just take a gander with yer own peeled eyeballs at that slice of toxophilic craftsmanship and artistry.
Virtually the whole bow looks as if it were laid out by a draftsman with an uncommonly straight ruler until you get to the last third of that limb! And at that point, to quote the philosopher of Beverly Hills (our friend Jed Clampett) "WHOOOOO-EEEEY! Don't that beat all!?!?!"
All bets are off and the whole dang pack of dogs has the scent and a bone in their teeth!
Ok, I would have probably taken it too far, as I often do, and put snake skins or something on it. But your eye for aesthetics is perfect. Here you have let the glorious grain of the wood speak for itself, stayed virtually Spartan in self-denial of lipstick for the pig. Pure elegance in the execution.
Nobody could fault the tiller profile, and with the front profile and all I would have to say this looks like it would send an arrow with some serious authority. She checks off all my boxes, sir, all of them!
