Not that I did not savor this year¹s season, because I did, but once I regain my strength to shoot my bow again, I won¹t take that ability for granted. You see, back in 1996 I separated the same right shoulder in a motorcycle wreck. So I know the therapy that lies ahead to regain my upper body strength and shoot a bow again. Two months after that wreck in 1996, I hobbled to a blind on crutches ( I also broke my foot in the same accident) and managed to sit for five days straight in a hot antelope blind over water in New Mexico. On the last day of the hunt, I sucked my 48 pound bow to full draw and sent an arrow through the lungs of a P&Y-class buck at 25 yards. That was satisfying. I¹m betting the first buck I arrow after this train wreck of an accident will be even more gratifying, just because I¹m older.