Shooter's Bible Guide to Bowhunting PDF
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Shooter’s Bible GUIDE TO BOWHUNTING Shooter’s Bible GUIDE TO BOWHUNTING DR. TODD A. KUHN SKYHORSE PUBLISHING Copyright © 2013 by Todd Kuhn All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without the express written consent of the publisher, except in the case of brief excerpts in critical reviews or articles. All inquiries should be addressed to Skyhorse Publishing, 307 West 36th Street, 11th Floor, New York, NY 10018. Skyhorse Publishing books may be purchased in bulk at special discounts for sales promotion, corporate gifts, fund-raising, or educational purposes. Special editions can also be created to specifications. For details, contact the Special Sales Department, Skyhorse Publishing, 307 West 36th Street, 11th Floor, New York, NY 10018 or Printed in China CONTENTS Section 1: COMPOUND BOWS CHAPTER I. Pursuit of the Perfect Arrow CHAPTER II. Speaking “Bow” CHAPTER III. How Compounds Are Made CHAPTER IV. How a Compound Works CHAPTER V. Arrow Rests and Sights CHAPTER VI. Arrows CHAPTER VII. Mechanical Release Aids, Quivers, and Stabilizers CHAPTER VIII. Broadheads: The Business End of the Arrow CHAPTER IX. Accessories That Make the Hunt CHAPTER X. Degrees of Accuracy Section 2: CROSSBOWS CHAPTER XI. Introduction to Crossbows CHAPTER XII. History of the Crossbow CHAPTER XIII. Shopping for a Crossbow CHAPTER XIV. Crossbow Use Regulations CHAPTER XV. Hunting with a Crossbow CHAPTER XVI. Crossbow Accuracy Section 3: NEW PRODUCTS New Compounds 2013 New Crossbows 2013 New Arrows and Broadheads 2013 New Sights, Rests, Releases, and Quivers 2013 SECTION 4: CURRENT PRODUCTS Current Compounds Current Crossbows Current Arrow Shafts Current Broadheads Current Sights, Rests, and Quivers Current Arrow Rests Current Releases References Index SECTION 1 COMPOUND BOWS I. Pursuit of the Perfect Arrow y first “bow,” hand-fashioned from a heavy willow branch, was as crooked Mas a dog’s leg. It was strung with cotton cord spooled on a wooden spindle that had been bought from a dusty mercantile in upstate New York. The cord was destined for my grandmothers clothes line. My grandfather, an outdoorsman, squirreled away the remnant twine on a hand-hewed header in a tool shed he’d built in the early 1920s. Its roof pitched and yawed, having grown temperamental, afflicted from decades of heavy snows and legume growth that enshrined the ancient structure. Teetering on its floor joists, its once firm stance had succumbed to the roots of a neighboring balsam fir. To a four-year-old, that shed held a unique fascination for a vivid imagination and a spirit for adventure. Rusty tin-lidded jars of milky glass held untold treasures: snelled hooks, brass buttons, curtain rings, and a pocketknife that was bequeathed to me when I turned old enough to handle it with respect and care. On the front step of this shed, my grandfather spun dramatic tales of his adolescence and fascination with the bow. Once he finished, I’d run off with that stick and twine in hand, searching for rabid grizzlies and other foe worthy of attention from my finely-crafted weapon. My first real bow was a Fred Bear. I remember it vividly. I stood tall in the backyard of our house in central Florida, my lemonwood Ranger a thing of beauty in the eyes of a youthful beholder. It had its share of nicks and scratches —all badges of courage etched by mighty warriors from distant lands who too stood tall behind this bow. Mighty men of stern resolve who’d fought hand-to- hand against overwhelming odds. They’d been bloodied in battles, but had emerged victorious. The spoils of victory were theirs.
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