Folks,
I want to thank the moderators for the privilege of joining, and to thank all of YOU in advance for agreeing to be my mentors.
My real name is Russ and I live on the Gulf of Mexico, about 80 miles north of the King Ranch. I bought a cheap longbow along about 1957 and launched countless arrows at countless jackrabbits, most of which were larger than the three deer I have now taken with a compound. (The rabbit population was never diminished.) I have a lovely composite recurve, but have now succumbed totally to the addiction I now share with you. I have Volume I of the "Bible", and have just ordered virtually every book in print about bow building. My main problem is that I am a real klutz with tools.
I chose my board name for a couple of reasons: first because I grew up in San Antonio, on the edge of the area known as the Comancheria, ("The People" referred to that city as their "horse ranch"), and I now live on the southern edge of the territory into which they raided. (It may be just an old story, but it is alleged that they were somewhat reluctant to raid the coastal Karankawa tribes--because they stood over six feet, went stark naked, rubbed their bare bodies with rancid Alligator grease, and tended to eat Comanches!) My second reason is that I have been told that one of my Great-Great Grandmothers was Comanche. I have seen pictures of her daughter, and I believe it is true. I admire the Comanche Nation because they held out against the incursion of the rest of my ancestors for as long--and longer--than humanly possible.
A pleasure to meet you,
Russ
