Call them totem bows or Mother Earth tributes , what ever. Grandma is going to Fort Meade
tomorrow and this is going with here. Anyone who has ever seen one of my bows knows I
just plain ain't good at the pretty finishing touches but I am pretty heavy on the history as
it relates.
This thing is made out of curly maple and all the pink is ritt dye and alcohol. The adornments
on the bottom limb are a turkey feather that fell out of the sky and stuck in my glasses a
few years back, the antler base of the first deer I ever killed with a handgun, a crow feather
from a bird I shot on the wing with a .22(talk about luck), a piece of dried and dyed raccoon
rawhide, a buffalo nickel cut into 3 parts and held on with the very tip of the largest brow
tine I ever took.
The beads on the top were from the late 60's to the late 70's. They have seen the Stones,
The Dead, Led Zeppelin, Dylan , Skynnard , Cream and even the immortal Stevie Ray. At one
time the beads had a funky smell.... but I digress.
16" draws 5 oz at 5".
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