Good morning Montanan, sorry to hear about your archery withdrawls. I know your pain. Hello, My name is Douglas and I am an Archer and I have not shot a bow since 1988.
I use to do a lot of archery hunting and enjoyed it very much. Towards the end the arthritis in my shoulder got so bad that it hurt to move my left arm. At night in bed when I rolled over it was so painful that I was groaning. The wife said I had to do something and her suggestion was get rid of the bow.
Here's how I quit. I decided to take the bow down to the shop and put it up for sale. I had everything in the shop in the back room but hadn't got around to putting it out front for sale.
There was the this young kid who came in a couple a times a week to look at bows. He was saving his money for a bow, but he didn't have enough. He was doing odd jobs around the neighborhood ans saving christmas and birthday money to get that bow.
One day he came in with his mother and showed her the bow he wanted, a new Jennings identical to my bow. I handed him the bow and he started telling his mother all about it and then asked her if she could help him get it. She said no, she couldn't afford it, because the kids dad wasn't paying his child support and times were tough. You could see it in her eyes how much she wanted to get that kid that bow and it hurt she couldn't.
I asked the kid if he might be interested in a used bow and told him I had the same bow for sale used. He said yes. I got the bow out and he looked it over and asked how much. I asked how much you got and he said $75. I told him that is how much I am asking. The kid was ecstatic. His mother got a big smile. The kid said now he would have work to buy arrows ans stuff. No I said, they come with the bow. I went and got my arrow tube and tackle box. The arrow tube had close to 4 dozen XX75's in it. THe tackle box had all the things we archers accumulate for our sport; nocks, strings, tiller guage, spare broad heads, field points, inserts, nocks, glue, wax, everything. Haven't had a flare up in my arthritis since.
A few months later the mother came back in the shop and brought in a picture of her son with a small buck he had taken with the bow. That made it all good.
