A maple bow standing with a live sugar maple in my backyard. This is the tree I stand next to while target shooting. This bow made its origins as a milled plank of wood. I like the concept of freeing the wood from a sterile existence in the racks of home depot or as a static component of a construction project.
What could pass as an overpolished walking stick amongst certain crowds in Greenwich, Connecticut becomes a formidable weapon in the hands of Phil (above), a traditional archery buddy of mine.
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