My best friend really forced bowhunting on to me back in '99. I was interested, but not passionate about it. He set me up w/ his back-up bow...68# High Country. He bought all the accessories, arrows, broadheads, etc. (had to pay him back, but it was a bargain) for me and explained how it all went together. Practiced quite a bit before I first went out. Very first day in the stand had a mature doe at about 30 yards in front of me...froze like a 15 year old at my first high school dance.

We don't really hunt together much anymore, but I'll never forget what he did for me.