Opening day came and I knew after a long hike into a canyon something was wrong. Nothing with the equipment mind you, but more of a state of mind. It kind of felt like you had just walked into the house and you wife who you love asks for a divorce. It was a sick kind of feeling that you just couldn’t shake.
I passed on several forky horned bucks the first four days of season. All of which If I had been using my recurve I would have shot. Why the change in heart? I don’t know but I knew from the first week of season it would most likely be my last carrying the compound.
My soul has changed! My heart still loves bow hunting! I just beat to a different drum now and it took a step back to see it. So if any of you pick up an old traditional bow be warned it may change you soul and outlook on archery and hunting as a whole