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My Bow

 

            
             My significant object is my bow and arrow it has kept me out of trouble and has gotten me into trouble. But what I remember most is shooting with my Dad and taking my first deer and the deer the deer of a life time.
             On a warm and very humid afternoon my Father and I seek shelter in the air conditioning of a local archery shop. After we have signed in and said hello to the owner (Dan) and the Manager (Jim), both avid hunters and excellent marksmen with a bow, we step up to shooting lanes. Strapping on a release and knocking an arrow to the string. I connect the release just below the arrow. With a graceful elegant motion the pulleys on the high tech object turn and the limbs bend slightly. Coming to a full draw and settling into my anchor point, lining up the sights with the target 20 yards away. Breathing deep and exhaling slowly, I squeeze the trigger of the release with a "THANG" of the string pushing an arrow 200 feet per second. The arrow slices through the air like a hot knife into butter. The arrow pierces into the target, about the size of a grape fruit, with such force that the arrow buries itself 8 inches into the target.
             I have been shooting a bow and arrow now for about 5 or 6 years and have learned a lot. I can remember the first time that I shot a bow. My Father and I were in the backyard with an old longbow. With him over my shoulder helping me to pull it back. Instantly I was hooked and could wait to go out into the woods to hunt with him. Even when I was little he would take me out into the woods and let me sit in-between his feet.
             Several years later after saving money for God knows how long, but once I had saved enough I begged and begged for Dad to take me and buy my first bow. A week later we were in the archery shop looking for that perfect bow. That afternoon you couldn't get me away from the range set up at home. This was a good thing because with that practice I became a better marksman.


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