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I
began making arrows about 17 years ago. I
had just gotten my first bow, a hickory backed
purple heart longbow from a local bowyer.
My archery skills were horrendous, the back
yard and the local range were soon littered
with arrow fragments.
I decided that if I was going to continue
this archery stuff I'd better learn how to
make my own arrows because I couldn't afford
to keep ordering them from the shop.
Every
arrow I made taught me something and added
to my skills. Eventually I had friends ask
if I'd build them a set. When I lost my day
job I decided to take the chance and see if
I could make arrows full time.
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Now, many arrows later, I still add a little something
to my skills from each set of arrows I build.
That, coupled with knowledge shared with me by
others, helps me make arrows the best I can.
Believe me, this arrow making isn't going to make
me rich, sometimes it doesn't even pay the bills.
But I love what I do and I'm going to work as
hard as I can to keep from going back to work
in an office.
My
goal is to provide you with fine wood arrows suitable
for target archery, hunting, or just having fun.
Whether you need arrows for yourself, a family member,
a friend or even your entire archery group, just
ask for a quote.
The
menu to the left will help you find my past work,
available work, ordering information, contact information,
and other items that I have available such as hand
dyed canvas bow socks in rich colors.
Why
Greenman Archery?
The
Greenman is an old figure in mythology. He can be
many things to many people but I see him as a symbol
of rebirth, the new growth in the spring of the
year as the world renews itself. I see him as the
spirit of the wild places. He is neither helpful
not harmful to us, he just is.
Another aspect of the Greenman is Puck, or Robin
Goodfellow. Those two fellows are as ageless as
the hills and have a mischievous side to them that
appeals to my sense of humor.
Ultimately,
I see the Greenman as representing our connection
with the wild places, both those on the horizon
and those in the ancient depths of our hearts. He
seems a fitting representative for wood arrows that
yearn to be loosed in the fields, forests, and deserts
we walk in.
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