If you consider an unsuccessful hunt to be a waste of time, then the true meaning of the chase eludes you all together.

If asked to sketch a picture of the typical archer I would be hard put. They seem to come in all shapes, sizes, colors and backgrounds. Inwardly they seem to have in common a love for the outdoors, a reverence for wildlife, and a close tie with history. There is nothing they seem to enjoy more than telling tall tales around a campfire or talking about archery to others. It would be difficult to find a more interesting group of people.

Nothing clears a troubled mind better than shooting a bow.

I feel like one of God's chosen people, having had the opportunity to share, with many fine companions, these varied and lovely realms of our natural world.

There's more fun in hunting with the handicap of the bow than there is in hunting with the sureness of the gun.

A hunt based only on trophies taken falls far short of what the ultimate goal should be . . . time to commune with your inner soul as you share the outdoors with the birds, animals, and fish that live there.

If you consider an unsuccessful hunt to be a waste of time, then the true meaning of the chase eludes you all together.