I had a motorcycle accident almost 3 years ago. I sustained many injuries, one of which was to my bow arm shoulder. I didn’t think I would ever be able to walk again, let alone shoot a bow. I’ve only been a part of this community for a week and I’ve experienced the same thing as when I went to the Kalamazoo Trad Expo a week ago. The trad community is full of amazing people! Everyone I’ve interacted with has such a good spirit! Kindness, generosity and a willingness to share and help other people in the community. I’m sure I’ll die before I give up my longbow again. I’ve had so much fun tuning, shooting and interacting with the people I’ve met in person and through this community in just the last week. I really hope to meet and shoot/hunt with some of you someday. That would be really cool! I feel truly blessed and I’m honored to be a part of this group!

Show off your arrow artwork! Let’s go!! That includes timbers @Gary Harris 😉 @Colton Deline

Tools needed; Drill Vice Piece of steel with shaft diameter hole Maybe a beer, if your doing this you may be in a mood. Also ONLY DO THIS WITH A STRAIGHTENED SHAFT. One that's warped will whip and destroy itself

Hey everyone, I’ve been slowly working through my collection of older prose-style & narrative poems—most centred around life in the outdoors and the ethical questions that naturally come with that. These pieces often explore the tension between taking and honouring, and the lessons learned from being close to wild places. Recently, I wrote a newer piece (earlier this year) that’s pretty personal—most of them are in their own way—but this one feels especially tied to my life and raising my young children in the hunting community. It speaks more directly to some of the issues we see in modern hunting culture: how quickly ethics can get lost when ego, tech, or detachment enter the picture. It’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot, and this poem tries to put some of that into words. I’ll share below—hoping you ethical predators out there enjoy it, and can maybe even relate in some way. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 —𝑨 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚’𝒔 𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝑻𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚 I see it now, too clearly to pretend otherwise. The way the world presses in—through screens, through stories, through voices that echo around my children louder than my own. It's not just the noise, it’s the boasting. The friends who come over in lifted trucks, caked in mud and pride, talking about kills like conquests, like trophies won from a battlefield. They slap backs and share photos—grins stretched wide beside bloodied animals; guns held high like flags of victory. And my boys listen. They lean in. I see the way their eyes spark—not with reverence, but with hunger. For the shot. For the kill. For the story they’ll get to tell after. They ask how soon they can shoot; how big the rack must be before it’s “worth it.” They talk about deer like targets, not lives. They talk about rifles and gear, not patience or thanks. They want it all now—the buck, the moment, the glory. And the friends feed it. They mean no harm, maybe. But they have forgotten something sacred. Or maybe they never knew it at all.

Going to cut pheasant into 2 halves and spine removed. Marinade the halves 4 hours before indirect grilling Marinade Balsamic vinegar Brown sugar Low sodium soy sauce Worcestershire Olive oil Onion powder Garlic powder Black pepper Rosemary Get your grill to 375-400 degrees Your going to indirect grill on upper shelf starting skin side down till has a nice golden brown. Then flip over and let finish till internal temp of 160 degrees. Then let sit 5 min. Why sitting I put lemon oregano compound butter on skin side and melt and coat. Compound Butter 1 lb unsalted butter (room temp) 1 tsp fresh garlic 1.5 taps dried oregano 2 lemons juice squeeze by hand Blend with mixer so whipped and blended Then place in wax paper and roll into log and put in fridge so can use as want and cut the amount want. Goes well with risotto and fresh vegetable. Enjoy