A friend of my Dad' s. He owned a Service Station. Thats a gas station to you younger guys. Back during the day when they pumped gas into your car for you, washed your windshield, checked your oil, and checked your air pressure in your tires. Anyway, I was 14 and he was going to a shoot and took me along. Shooting into straw bales with a target on the front. I bought an old Ben Pearson recurve, some cedar arrows, and the rest shall we say is history.