The Pursuit of Bowhunting Perfection
It was a sticky Sunday evening in July, and I was bored. So, like most 1980s teenagers did, I relied on my imagination for entertainment. Not sure what drew me to that long-abandoned PSE Citation compound bow in the corner of Pa’s garage, but I’m sure it had something to do with the rabbits thatContinue Reading The Pursuit of Bowhunting Perfection