I remember my first bow like it was yesterday. My step-dad brought home 2 bows. His, an old Bear compound bow. Which I believe he still has. Mine. Mine was Red. Cool. Looked like a fancy Longbow. When the string broke. He replaced it with weed eater string.
I grew up pretty dang poor. I didn't know it. That bow made me feel like a millionaire. I shot targets from all over. Up high in a tree. On the ground. Standing. Sitting. You name it.
I remember strapping that bow on my back pack. Rode through town on my bike. I was going hunting. Setup in a nice open field. I was around 10yrs old. Not one animal poked their head out that day.
On that hot day mid July. A passion for bow hunting began.
I grew up pretty dang poor. I didn't know it. That bow made me feel like a millionaire. I shot targets from all over. Up high in a tree. On the ground. Standing. Sitting. You name it.
I remember strapping that bow on my back pack. Rode through town on my bike. I was going hunting. Setup in a nice open field. I was around 10yrs old. Not one animal poked their head out that day.
On that hot day mid July. A passion for bow hunting began.
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