NICE SHOT!!! You are amazing! I think you should change your user name to "DeadEye"!
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If they knew what was best for 'em all those little critters had best pack up an' move right away from your woods!
Not sure from the pic, but that sure looks like a Brazilian rosewood riser on your boy's old Kodiak. Say what you will, but the gentle, sweeping lines on the old bows is downright pretty.
Ordin
Last edited by Ordin Aryguy; 03-07-2008, 10:29 PM.
They speak of my drinking, but never of my thirst...
Swamp Booger
I think it should be more like, lucky dog.
1894
Thanks buddy
Cousin Ordin
Don't know for sure what kinda wood it is, but I like them old bows to.
Ya know we should save up buy us another coat and hat. It's gitin right costly mailing em back and forth from Michigan to New York just so we can share em. I think it's my turn this week.
Drifter
I paid em with two arcorns and a wallnut.
Ken
I was hoping ya didn't notice. I was using his eye for the focus spot. I was way off.
Oh wait!! I for got this is the internet. Did I say 20yds I ment to say 80 yds. Yep thats right 80 give or take a few feet.
It was twelve am. I had been lost in the swamp for days living off pine bark and cedar twigs. I could hardly walk, do to severe frost bite on my feet and hands. The hunger pains were unbearable, causing me to sometimes see things that werent there. Thoughts of my family floated in and out on my now foggy mind. Wondering if I would ever see them again. Sometimes I would flush a small bird and as he flew away, I would think to myself, If only I could be him.
I knew this would be the last night I could hold out in the swamp, and thought about how, or when they would find my frozen body.
There was a full moon that night, and had I not been in such a condition, I would have thought it great how the combination of moon light on snow lit the whole area up. Just when I thought all was lost I saw movement on the snow ahead of me. First I thought it was just my dieing mind playing tricks on me. As I watched intently I relized it was a small animal of some sort.
Getting my wrecked frozen body into shooting position was no easy task.
I thought about all the things some of my mentors, G Fred Asbell, Brian Sorrels, and Ken999, had taught me. Bringing all these things together, coupled with the thought I was using a Fred Bear bow, that was owned by my son and best hunting partner, I came to a shakey draw.
I don't even remember releasing but I'll never forget the sight of that squirrel falling lifeless in the snow. Pulling out my old friend Buck, I split him open to warm my hands from his insides. Although un cooked, he made a meal fit for a king and supplied me with enough engery to remember I had a cell phone in my pack.
I called my wife who said she was shopping right now and didn't have time to pick me up. After contacting my boy, even though being quite upset I took his bow with out asking, said he would save me. He would be there after he was done sharpening a dozen Magnus Broadheads. It seemed like forever until he showed up, I didn't know he had to do the bleeder blades to. All said and done it's good to have family when your in a jam.
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