As a teenager, I and five neighborhood pals shot our bows nearly every day the weather was half-way decent. We were all unbelievably deadly with our recurve bows, shooting instinctively....especially when we learned to use those new-fangled aluminum arrows. We were a collective menace, actually, to innumerable species in the area, including, squirrels, chipmunks, frogs, fish, cottontails, and some unmentionables. I remember enjoying their admiration and attaboys when I became the first kid to bring home a raccoon. The fame was short-lived, however. Some show-off had to go and shoot a deer. It was a thrill for all of us, though, as we revelled in each other's accomplishments afield. Pretty exciting times for youngsters in cow country. I haven't hunted with a bow in over 20 years, but still drag out that old Ben Pearson 50# "Stallion" every summer to shoot a little with my kids, in the back yard. Good memories .... and there are worse ways for a kid to spend a summer afternoon! LC
