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This is my first post over here, some of yall know me from the other websight I am sure. Honestly, it is odd it took me so long to come to this sight because my first honest effort to make a bow ( as an adult ) was influenced by PA magazine. Back in 2008 I was working as a compound bow tech at Bass Pro shops when I saw an issue of PA on the desk. It was dead so I started flipping through the magazine and was struck by some of the bows in the Bows of the Month column. I remember one specific bow of osage was described as having an electric neon glow to it. I had tried to make bows as a kid, but failed, ( the sticks that hold a kite together dont like to bend very much ) and was excited to be reminded of the possibility of making an honest bow. I went to work the next day and the issue was no longer on the counter so I didnt get to learn much from it. I picked up a K-Bar knife I have had for a long time and went to work on a piece of fir I had cut down with it. I broke it quickly not knowing the back of the bow shouldnt be violated, but that started me back into bows. A year later I found myself wanting to hunt. With no weapon and no money for one, there was only one solution. After a touch of very limited research on this sight and a few others I found out that a bow should have an untouched back. I went out to a stand of elm armed with only that knowledge and a K-Bar knife. The sapling I brought home gave me a month of wood chip making experience. After many days of chopping, and learning to make string I did find myself amazed to be holding a bow. The bow came to be 50 lbs at 24 inches 47 inches ntn and 1.5 inches wide from handle to knock. I hunted all season with it, never to get more than 30 yards from game, I never even drew on a deer. But just being out there was thrilling knowing that I had in my hand the power of a bow created by me. I still have it hanging on my wall and it still shoots years later. I would like to say thank you PA for having your magazine sitting on my counter at work that day. Had it not of been there I may not have ever made a bow after so many childhood disappointments from trying. I have made quite a few now, some good, some bad, and one downright UGLY one that a friend of mine refuses to cremate though I beg him over and over to put it out of its misery.I didnt mean to write a book here, thanks for reading, and thanks for getting me started.
Oh, quit the whiney, sentimental crap. Confess that you are an addict like the rest of us and you have no control over it! You would rather sneak out in the middle of the night and cut down a neighbor's tree for staves than sleep the deep and comforting sleep of the innocent. Every time you see a bush you wonder if there are arrow shafts growing in there, piles of rock could conceal knappable silicates, and every bit of uninhabited land (and plenty with habitation) makes you wonder if you could put up a treestand or brush blind. You are a junkie like the rest of us! To justify yourself and mask your guilt you will probably pass it on to the next guy, AND HIS KIDS! It isn't enough to feed your own addiction, but you gotta start hooking others to bring them down to your own level. I know. I do the same. We are Bow-aholics. One is never enough. There is no "too many". Welcome to the Hotel California of Hunting, Sleek. You can check in any time you want, but you can never leave. Like our bows, we are a bent and twisted people.
