Primitive Archer
Main Discussion Area => Bows => Topic started by: rossfactor on August 14, 2015, 12:08:00 pm
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Some of you are probably familiar with this letter, but its worth posting for those who haven't read it. Aldo Leopold once made a Yew bow and sent it to a friend. A friend forwarded (the letter) to me some years ago and I've kept it, and return read it pretty often. The second paragraph of this letter is pure poetry from a man who was both the father of modern wildlife conservation, and clearly someone who understood human beings. “What lies inside is the everlasting question.” Indeed.
I've pasted the letter below. (It deals to some extent with the making of bows so I posted it here... but mods feel free to move if this belongs in "Around the Campfire")
Gabe
Dear Herbert:
“I am sending you by express a yew bow, which I have been making for you this winter. I have enjoyed it because it was a way to express my affection and regard for one of the few who understands what yew bows—and quail and mallards and wind and sunsets—are all about.”
“I cannot assure you that it is a good piece of wood. Staves, like friends, have to be lived with in many woods and weathers before one knows their quality. The fact that the stave is yew, has a specific gravity of .432, came from Roseburg, Oregon, and has been waiting for a job since 1930, is no more a test of how it will soar an arrow than the fact that a man is a naturalist, weighs 160, and has had time enough to season, is a test of the zest or nicety with which he will expend his powers in the good cause. All I can say of this bow is that its exterior “education” embodies whatever craft and wisdom is mine to impart. What lies inside is the everlasting question.”
“I have tried to build into this bow the main recent improvements in bow-design, but since some of them are not visible, they will bear mention. The square cross section and waisted handle are of course visible innovations, but probably less important than the new location of the geographic centre. In former days this was pub close under the arrow plate, but in this bow it lies as near the centre of the handle as is possible without overworking the lower limb.”
“The horns whence came these nocks were pulled off the skeleton of an old cow on the Santa Rita ranges” . . . “The slight flaws at the base of the upper nock are the measure of the seasons which bleached her bones before (she) was found.” “I doubt not that many a black vulture perched on her skull meanwhile, and many a quail and roadrunner, coyote and jackrabbit played their little games of life and death in the hackberry bush hard by her withering hide. Did that stodgy old cow, whilst living, know, or get any satisfaction from knowing, that within her growing horns she was converting her daily provender of desert grama and sun-dried mesquite into an enduring poem of amber light?” “Does a yew tree glory in fashioning from mere soil and sunlight a wood whose shavings curl in ecstasy at the prospect of becoming a bow?” “These are questions meant for an archer to ask, but for no man to answer.”
“One cannot fashion a stave without indulging in fond hopes of its future.”. . . “On many a thirsty noon I hope you lean it against a mossy back by cool springs. In fall I hope its shafts will sing in sunny glades where turkeys dwell, and that one day some wily bucks will live just long enough to startle at the twang of its speeding string.”
“And lastly if the bow breaks, with or without provocation, pray waste no words or thoughts in vain regret. There are more staves in the woods than have yet sped an arrow, all longing to realize their manifest destiny. Just blow three blasts on your horn and I will make you another.”
Yours as ever,
Aldo Leopold
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That's beautiful. Thank you very much for that gift.
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Awesome!! And priceless!!
Some of my fav lines
"Staves, like friends, have to be lived with in many woods and weathers before one knows their quality."
"Does a yew tree glory in fashioning from mere soil and sunlight a wood whose shavings curl in ecstasy at the prospect of becoming a bow?” “These are questions meant for an archer to ask, but for no man to answer.”
“And lastly if the bow breaks, with or without provocation, pray waste no words or thoughts in vain regret. There are more staves in the woods than have yet sped an arrow, all longing to realize their manifest destiny. "
Thanks Gabe. ;)
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There is a certain sense of the old Zen Masters in the way he speaks/writes. Thanx so much for sharing this...
OneBow
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That's awesome! Being a wildlife biologist the writings of Leopold are familiar, "Sand County Almanac" is a great read if anyone wanted further read his stuff.
I did not know he was a bowyer, or forgot that since I had no inclination to do so in college.
Thanks again for sharing!
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Oh yes, those Yew trees know, but they like to tease and hide their best staves from prying eyes :laugh:
Del
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That is beautiful like most of his insightful and aware writings. I really like " these are questions meant for an archer to asks, but for no man to answer. Thanks for sharing.
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cuz had a way with words...
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Yeah... Leopold was a prolific writer, conservationist, teacher, forester, and also unknown to many, a bow hunter. Someone who truly respected the web of life... and knew how to translate it's beauty into words. He ha d a lot to do with stopping the total extermination of large predators (in New Mexico and beyond through his writing).
There's photo's online of his 1937–1938 Gavilan trip with hos handmade bow and arrows.
We in the west owe a lot to Leopold.
Gabe
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That's a great letter. I wish my friends wrote like that to me. Forget about all this LOL crap. :)
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Sounds like he knew his way around a bow, which is another thing I didn't know about him. Beautifully written and inspiring to read.
I'm really interested in seeing a picture of his bow, now.
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That's a great letter. I wish my friends wrote like that to me. Forget about all this LOL crap. :)
Too true, too true :)
Rossfactor - That was beautifully written. A real flow to the words. Thank you very much for sharing - it's going on my workshop wall.
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Very cool, thanks Gabe.
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The writing was beautiful, it struck me as funny if we were to write a letter like that today people would assume they were a gay couple. In those days thats just how folks expressed themselves.
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coolest sh.. I read in a very long time,
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Refreshing. Thanks for sharing that.
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If Aldo can build a bow as well as he writes, then his friend must have a fine bow :-)
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Although I was familiar with who he was I did not realize how much I have missed by not reading his work. Thanks for sharing this. I am inspired to seek out more of what he wrote.
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Just came across this amazing contribution of literary beauty...
...thought it might deserve a trip back to the top of the forum!!
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Fabulous, just fabulous.
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Thanks for reposting this letter. It is very well written and a very good description of both man and bow. I hadn’t seen it before. This original post was made right about the time I picked up a piece of chert and a copper bopper which lead me places I never knew
Bjrogg