Interesting… It was as if the arrow was born there. Its footed end buried deep into the termite mound at the very same spot I had chosen…the spliced, and somewhat tattered fletching eclipsing the view of the tiny mark on my target. Nothing is more enjoyable to watch than a well-shot arrow speeding its way forward. And how strange it is that we know, seemingly before arrow has departed custom made riser and Flemish twist string, that the shot is good. For an archer, life as it stands does not get much better than that, in my opinion. Over the past two and a half years life sure has sent its fair share of curve balls down range. Some I handled well and others…well let's just say, they got the better of me. An ex-wife, lawyers, heartache and even the breakup with a new girlfriend and the loss of her love seemed to deflate my lust for life and the things I once loved to do so much and thought of so often. I had not so much as even drawn a bow, let alone hunted with one over this turbule