Sitting here reflecting like old men do…
I even remember the first time I saw him shoot. It was a Coke and the “Bottle Opener Shot”
Gramp had an old Ben Pearson long bow ( which still hangs on my living room wall today) stuck in the corner of his wood shop. I strung it up with a length of heavy string, grabbed the 2 warped cedar arrows and spent the rest of the summer as any 9-10 year old would. Hunting all likes of man killing stumps, horrific man eating clumps of dirt and dangerous shadows terrifying women and children. He started my addiction from a simple trick shot probably seen on the Wide Wide world of Sports.