Bowhunting: The Original Radical Tradition

Bowhunting: The Original Radical Tradition

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It was a sunny, warm fall day in 1957, and my cousin Mark and I were on safari along the Rouge River in Dearborn, Michigan. The Dearborn Hills golf course was our own little dream wildlife paradise, and we stealthily scooted along the fairway edges with our yew longbows tightly gripped, cedar arrows cocked, locked and oh so ready to rock!

At the tender age of 9 I was already alive with the Spirit of the Wild, and my youthful critter radar was always on red alert. Mark and I simultaneously saw the movement above on the towering oak limb as a big bushy-tailed fox squirrel leapt, ran and scrambled for dear life.

Without a hint of hesitation, I went into full Gonzo Read More

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