My bow finally made it today!! I ordered the PCH at 60'', 50@29''. It ended up being within a pound and is 49lbs at 29''. I had ordered a dozen GT 5575's with it. When it got here I screwed in some 145 grain tips and started shooting. From the time I shot the first arrow I shot this bow better than anything I've shot before. It's an absolutely beautiful bow too!!
It's got the fighting bucks overlay on the top limb, and then the prayer overlay on the bottom. I had went back and forth a bit about whether or not to put my name on it, and this is the coolest part of the bow (to me at least).
Y'all may remember I lost my dad in May of 2014. He was 77 years old and in perfect health, and just passed away one Monday morning out of the blue. We were super close. Looking back now I don't know how he managed to do all that he did.
He had me late in his life, he was 42 when I was born. He was a part owner in a fairly large business, pastored for over 30 years, and still never missed a baseball game and kept me either in the woods or on the water the whole time I was growing up. When I started getting serious about bow hunting years ago, he'd always say "boy you better leave that bow at home and get your rifle, I never saw a fat Indian". He always was joking with me about bowhunting, but he was interested at the same time. Anyway, it rocked on and I started killing some deer with my bow and one day he said "you know what? You may have been a fat Indian". I thought about that, and about 2 seconds later I emailed them back and had them put the name "Fat Indian" on my bow. Every time I see it I'll smile and remember my Dad, and know how blessed I was to have him for 35 years. Pics on the way!!
It's got the fighting bucks overlay on the top limb, and then the prayer overlay on the bottom. I had went back and forth a bit about whether or not to put my name on it, and this is the coolest part of the bow (to me at least).
Y'all may remember I lost my dad in May of 2014. He was 77 years old and in perfect health, and just passed away one Monday morning out of the blue. We were super close. Looking back now I don't know how he managed to do all that he did.
He had me late in his life, he was 42 when I was born. He was a part owner in a fairly large business, pastored for over 30 years, and still never missed a baseball game and kept me either in the woods or on the water the whole time I was growing up. When I started getting serious about bow hunting years ago, he'd always say "boy you better leave that bow at home and get your rifle, I never saw a fat Indian". He always was joking with me about bowhunting, but he was interested at the same time. Anyway, it rocked on and I started killing some deer with my bow and one day he said "you know what? You may have been a fat Indian". I thought about that, and about 2 seconds later I emailed them back and had them put the name "Fat Indian" on my bow. Every time I see it I'll smile and remember my Dad, and know how blessed I was to have him for 35 years. Pics on the way!!
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