Bows and Bears

thanks for sharing...I'm just starting I'm now 61 and have a compound..I see more and more trad bowhunting pics and they are interesting..I'm in BC and we are NOT allowed to bait bears so it's either sit in ambush....(with no bait) or spot and stalk. 000,000's of kms of logging roads on Vancouver Island lends to spot and stalk very well....I'm hopeful this spring will bring success to me for the first time.

Beautiful bow my friend. I would be posting up a storm but I got my computer taken away, with all my thousands of pics and vids. Also my bait cart was stolen soooo if I don't come up with one it will back to packin.

thats a nice bow....i shot it and it zips the arrows along nicely, pretty sure they were faster than out of my black widow recurve, the arrows were lighter than mine tho....but still....it was impressive  its a nice bow. This is the look just after u shoot a nice bow

You mean this ol pic lol?

What in an old bow?


My first bow was a $69.00 bow I mail order purchased from a long defunct outfit called “Bow hunters Discount Warehouse”.



Although the bow was too heavy for me, and was clearly bottom of the line bow, it served me well for a few years. It was unfriendly to shoot and the heavy draw weight almost made it unmanageable in the typical cold November whitetail hunting season. But it was the bow I learned how to bow hunt with.



There were many failures. The learning curve was steep and unforgiving. Nevertheless, one cold clear November morning, by some unseen aligning of the stars, I took my first big game animal with an arrow from that 69 dollar special.



That bow made an impression on me and I think of it often. And the camps I took it to. And the people who shared those camps when I owned that bow. Sadly, many of those folks don’t make it to deer camp with me any longer. In their absence, the autumn woods always seem a little colder, the North wind a little sharper and campfires just a tad less magical.



Like friends and hunting buddies, bows come and bows go. Never forgotten. Never less appreciated. It’s just at a certain point they no longer accompany us to the woods and fields. But we remember…..



Gradually over the years I’ve owned and hunted with a few different bows. I’ve had a few personal favorites along the way. The reasons are wide and varied but each and everyone has a memory attached to it.



One quick glance at an old bow can bring back a flood of vivid memories of some long ago hunt, a cherished hunting partner, a camp, a distant land or perhaps even a particular instant on a particular hunt that you will never be able to experience again in this life. And that my friends is what the true value of a discarded, no longer used bow can be. That is the hidden priceless value ingrained into them.



The answer to” What’s in an old bow” is simple – “Everything”