Minor set back this afternoon. Take notice of the photo of the bow on the mantle, with the string looping down. Well that string was something new, and our Lab puppy took notice. I see her stand up and swipe at the sting with her paw, but it was already over. Nothing I could do but say, oh sugar! The bow flipped down, and the tip on the top limb made a sickening crack, as it struck the brick shelf at the bottom. It split following the lateral grain, for three and a half inches.
However, all was not lost. Instead of sixty eight inches, it is now sixty inches. With the length it had, I was feeling good about it holding up at that width, to my friends thirty two inch draw. At sixty inches, I don't believe it holds that possibility, as it is after all, Maple.
So it is cut down, and I started to tiller it to the shorter length. Will be trying for forty at twenty eight now. Make somebody a bow anyway.
I love my lab, I love my lab, I love my lab...