I'll never forget the day that I came home from school, and as I was walking from the bus stop to the house,my dad walked out of the house with a brand new 'black' bow that he had gotten for me. I'm not positive, but I think it was a Fred Bear bow, black in color. This was probably 1982 or so, when I was about 12-13. Just turned 38 yesterday, so I've been bowhunting for about 26 years or so!! Some of the best memories of my life have happened as a result of him getting me my first bow, and my subsequent addiction to whitetail hunting.