I grew up in the country in up state NY, my father used to go on alot of hunttrips, he had this old bow that was given to him from my grandpa one of his old hunting buddies named Fred,who had given it him. when I was little they would tell me stories about the hunting trips they would take, all the elk, bear whitetail, you name it he shot it,my father passed away when I was younger, so when I got older around 16 or 17 my mother this old nasty looking recurve/longbow looking thing, and told me that my dad wanted me to have this, and hoped I would use it and learn the (real) way to hunt, so I tried it and almost killed my self with it, so I put it away, in 2000 I went on my first hunt in Montana and never looked backed, now all I do is Bow hunt, I had finnaly put two and two together for thoes of you woundering, if it crossed your mind the person my Dad and grandpa used to hunt with was the late Fred Bear. a few years ago my house was broken into and most of my hunting stuff was stolen along with the bow my father had giving me, I would do anything to get that back, not becuse it belonged to Fred Bear but it was the only thing my Dad had left me. Always remember you don't know what you got till it's gone, and live every day like it's your last.