It started for me as a way to hide from an angry alcoholic father. Grab my bow and arrows and go hide in the woods. As an adult it was a way to unwind after a hard day playing Army...These days it has become almost spiritual. I make more things for people than for Myself. I try and pass on the history of Archery and early Man,,
And then there is that quiet time at day break or dusk when a Deer, Elk, Bear or Moose steps out, The arrow is released, and strikes true. Just knowing I can feed My family by My own hand is gratifying . The Hunter/Gatherer is still alive and well within Me....