This is a hard topic to put into words. I love to bowhunt because it is spiritual. I love bowhunting because it is a primal urge that is as engrained in me as eating or sleeping. I love bowhunting because the whole hunintg lifestyle was bread into me and I have lived it for as long as I can remember. I love bowhunting becuase it takes me to my youth and in someway or another it takes be back every good memory from my youth. I love bowhunting because it's always been here for me. No matter what else happened I could turn to bowhunting for solitude and comfort and reassurance because it just always felt right, it felt like the place that I was meant to be. I love bowhunting because it's the place I take my problems to figure out that everything is going to be all right. I love bowhunting because of the adredaline rush. I love bowhunting because of the comradre. I love bowhunting because of the feeling of accomplishment when all those hours of scouting and shooting "just come together"! I love bowhunting because there is nothing like THWACK and a blood soaked arrow. I love bowhunting becasue there is no greater way to experience the outdoors!

I got myself into archery when I was 12 and that was 28 years ago and I think that it's safe to say that I'm hooked for life. I think the thing that I enjoy the most about it is the fact that the game has to be so close for a good shot. So far I've gotten both of my brothers and a few friends into the sport and this month I bought my son his first bow.

I started bowhunting five years ago. I rifle hunted for 28 years before that. I could never figure why some friends of mine liked bowhunting so much until I tried it, and after the first evening when a six pointer was standing so close that I could almost touch him, I was hooked for life. I can't think of anywhere I would rather be than in a tree the first week of November watching the sun come up knowing that this might be the day when I harvest the biggest buck I have ever seen. Even if it's not, that is okay too. Bowhunting has become a year around hobby(passion) for me. If I'm not shooting, I'm scouting. If I'm not scouting, I'm reading topo maps, books and watching videos to make me be a better bowhunter. It's hard to find anything that compares to the heartbreak of blowing a shot after putting so much effort into being in the position to take the shot. And there is no greater rush than when all the effort comes together.

My dad use to bird hunt alot and deer hunt sometimes. As kids we use to wonder why he would go out on his own and not let any of his four youngens go. At the age of 8 he would let us walk with him bird hunting but NO guns, the next year we could carrie a gun but NO shells we would point and "click" I would swear I got that one. Finally one shell then two.

Then we started deer hunting at 11. after dropping many deer from long off my brother and I split the cost of a Pearson Renagade and take turns using it. We both got hooked.

I put it down for about 10 years, then picked it up again and drew it back "WOW" I was in love again.

There is nothing like setting in the woods enjoying what GOD made and left for us to
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