For those who haven't heard the story of this bow, here goes. I found an osage log cut and laying across a ravine on our farm. I didn't cut and we'd own the farm for nearly 13 years. So, it was at least that old. It was weathered and cracked. I knew I'd never try to make a bow out of it. So, I took to the Classic last year. I knew some of the crazy bowyers down there might enjoy the challenge.
The first person I saw working on a snakey, hole in the limb bow was blackhawk. I had found my victim. "Sure," he said, "I'll see what I can do with it. I have one hbb left, would like it?" My first Classic trade and I had done quite well, a rotten piece of osage for a piece of hhb.
Fast foreward 10 1/2 months. Blackhawk comes to my little bowyer gathering. After a tour of the place, he quiet walks out of the workshop. I step out to see if he needs help bring something in. He's carrying a bow, but I think nothing of it really. He's wanting show me his newest masterpiece. "You know that rotten piece of osage you gave me last year? Well, I don't want it any more." And, hands me the bow. I nearly fell over.
