The Generosity of Bowyers

The Generosity of Bowyers


“What was that?”

“Aw…” I flexed my white oak board bow to quarter draw and inspected it. “It lifted a splinter, right under the backing.”

It was a beautiful fall day, and I was stump shooting with the first two bowyers I met since I had made my own board bow a few months before. We were in a creek bed shooting at an old can on the ground, and after my shot we all heard my bow crack.

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