The other day I put it on the tillering tree for photographs and the tiller looked off. I screwed around with it some, heat treating spots and lightly scraping other spots. I thought I had it dialed in, so I put it back on the tree to check full draw.
I don't know what happened, something slipped somewhere. I woke up on my back, lump on the back of my head and a major crack in the concrete floor. The bow was lying on the ground in front of me, unstrung. I was dizzy and sincerely p.o.'d. Maybe shoulda dialed 911 since my eyes were not focusing all that well and I was confused. But I just restrung the bow without checking and flung it back on the tree and yanked back on the pulley. Dain bramage resulting in poor decision making skills.
And we got detonation! Big bad blooooey!
Near as I can tell, when it slipped off the tillering tree and I went ash can over teakettle the bow came down and hit one of the tips on the concrete causing it to crack/seperate. When I strung it and pulled it back, the crack continued along and split the limb between growth rings. She's cratered beyond duct tape or sinew or superglue, the holy trinity of repair.
I had decided to forward the bow I had received in the trade. I just couldn't see getting one tillered much less finished and this sure as heck was not my recipient's problem. Why should he suffer for my failures. It was bothering me so much last nite that I could not sleep. At 2 a.m. I got up and went to the garage. The dog followed me and lay down in a pile of shavings giving me a suspicious eye.
I dug around and found a slat of hedge that I had split off a larger stave. I'd been saving it for a kids bow or maybe a little horse bow. I measured it all over and decided to give it a Hail Mary pass.
About noon today I took a break when it was tillered out to near full draw and around 50 lbs. I won't have time to mickey up fancy-dancey tips. She won't have all the make up and hairdressing, but she should be ready to dance.
