When I was but a wee lad my dad was a serious bowhunter and at one point in time owned his own pro shop. I used to hang out there every single day after school (I was probably about 8-9 years old) and it just became part of my life from that point on. I remember starting out with my little red Bear fiberglass bow, shooting arrows that half the time would bounce of the target and I loved it. The rest, as they say, is history.