When I first shot as a kid in the early eighties I was handed a recurve and a fist full of aluminums by my uncle. I still have those arrows, though after all these years the printing has come off and I have no idea what they are. However, I distinctly remember hunting the elusive Chi-town ally rat with them, bouncing quite a few into the neighbors dock. Pulled them out the other day and ya know what? Still straight as an…..
After 25+ years they’re trad enough for me!