mr. sonny iman

[hoot gibson]

it seems that on this day feb. 28th . at 3:13 mr. sonny iman loosed his last arrow , he was a great man . and will be missed by many. i have run out of heros.. hoot

[OHBOW76]

Sorry to hear that hoot, I am sure he will always be watching over you....:(

[coonskinner]

[COLOR="Sienna"]a sad day hoot,sorry to hear this about sonny...i will now go out and shoot some arrows from one of my selfbows.../COLOR]

[mullskinner]

HOOT,
i'm sorry you lost your friend he sounds like he was a great man .....
we will keep his family and friends ...in our prayer's ........

[Thunderflight]

My condolences.

[snydley]

OSTA and the SPORT have lost a hero too Man did more for then you konw Quietly behind the scenes and he wanted it that way.

[maco12]

A sad day for sure. He'll be in my prayers.

maco12
:cool:

[tuffshot]

I offer a moment of silence and prayer for the loss of your friend.
A true friend lives on in memory.

[MUZZY MAN]

I'm sorry Hoot, my prayers are with you, and your friends family.

[hoot gibson]

here is a little story , to let you know what kind of hunter sonny was

4 or 5 years ago , he killed a deer , with a self bow he made , river cane arrows , flint head he knapped gutted and skinned it out with a flint knife , he made , shot her from a tree he planted 35 years ago or so . thats dedication , hoot

[Thunderflight]

here is a little story , to let you know what kind of hunter sonny was

4 or 5 years ago , he killed a deer , with a self bow he made , river cane arrows , flint head he knapped gutted and skinned it out with a flint knife , he made , shot her from a tree he planted 35 years ago or so . thats dedication , hoot

Holy cow..... I sure would have like to have met him.

[mullskinner]

here is a little story , to let you know what kind of hunter sonny was

4 or 5 years ago , he killed a deer , with a self bow he made , river cane arrows , flint head he knapped gutted and skinned it out with a flint knife , he made , shot her from a tree he planted 35 years ago or so . thats dedication , hoot
HOOT ,
ALL THE OTHER THINGS ARE AWSOME... SHOOTING IT OUT OF A TREE HE PLANTED 35 YEARS AGO ..SIMPLY AMAZZZZZING ......:)
WHAT A GREAT STORY HOOT ...:D

[hoot gibson]

there are few , ( none i ever met ) that would equil him , he always had a warm camp and a big smile for whoever came to set a spell . hoot

[coonskinner]

and the "ohio gang"...:mischeif:

[Turkeyfoot]

Men like that only come around once in a lifetime! Hoot, sory for the loss of a great friend....TF

[Jayme]

It hasn't affected me much yet, but I imagine it will once I get to the funeral. Just doesn't seem real that he's gone yet.

[deerhunt45]

my condolences. sounds like sonny is a great man.

[hoot gibson]

well they planted sonny in a little bone orcherd in spring hills , just up from his home . i do belive he was layed beside his mother and father , it was a really nice ceramony lots of friends there , we are going to miss you my ole friend , every time i shoot an arrow , or pick up one of my bows .. or see the smile on billums face when he playes with your bow . hoot

[hoot gibson]

little john picked him up and gently laid him on the bed. then he applied some bandages to stop the bleading . he lifted robin agenst his own strong sholders that he could see the woodlands through the window. he tried to cheer robin, but robin took little johns rough brown fist in his white hands and said "dear friend, we will never walk in the forest together again."
little john was silent . hot tears fell from his eyes.
robin chokengly asked little john to string his bow and fit a smooth arrow for him . little john my friend watch this arrow as i shoot and dig my grave where it lands.
and the last of robins strength flew from his body as the arrow sped from the bow.
so robin hood died in the year 2006.
lowd sorrowful cries rose from the dark shadows of sherwood forest, but robin hoods yeomen lived long after him and handed down these tales of his brave deeds to there children . and these children handed them down to there children and to there childrens children.

[mullskinner]

Hoot ,
You Da Man That Was Great ..........................:D

[hoot gibson]

may the Gods grant us all space to carry a sturdy bow and wander through the forest glades to seek the bounding deer; to lie in deep meadows grasses; to watch the flight of birds; to smell the fragrance of burnig leaves; to cast an upward glance at the unobserved beauty of the moon. may they give us strength to draw the string to the cheek, the arrow to the barb and loose the flying shaft, so long as life may last.


farewell and shoot well............saxton pope

hoot

[deerhunt45]

wow. i teared up after reading that hoot...what a wonderful tribute to a close friend. really sorry about sonny. rest assured he had a great friend who will carry his spirit in the wind.

"in the wind he's still alive" Ted Nugent

[hoot gibson]

45 , thats the last page in the book , hunting with the bow and arrow . by saxton pope , this book is a must read by anybody that shoots the bow and arrow , hoot

[deerhunt45]

i think i know where i can get my hands on a copy:) . love to read.
have read alot about saxon pope, and fred bear too, lot's of excerpts from their books but not the actual books. always read about them but not their books. how weird is that:yikes: . got me some reading to do.:bouncy:


thanks.

[hoot gibson]

it is a fabulas read . and then read , trailing a bear , by bob munger , another good book about the real fred bear.. hoot

[hoot gibson]

I walked with Jesus long ago,
ran with wolves hunting buffalo,
soared with eagles upon the wind,
like the phoenix I rise again.

[mullskinner]

NICE HOOT................ ...........................

[hoot gibson]

THE LIFE of man
Is an arrow’s flight,
Out of darkness
Into light,
And out of light
Into darkness again;
Perhaps to pleasure,
Perhaps to pain!

There must be Something,
Above, or below;
Somewhere unseen
A mighty Bow,
A Hand that tires not,
A sleepless Eye
That sees the arrows
Fly, and fly;
One who knows
Why we live—and die.

[hoot gibson]

I remember how you looked on the day I said goodbye.
Was it just a trick of light, or a tear glint in your eye?
Since the day I had to leave can't shake this melancholy.
Now my tears join the raindrops as the heaven cries with me.
All the beauty of the springtime can't replace your shining smile,
And the distance between us makes me wish that I could fly.
Without you I'm half alive left my vital part with you,
And it tears my heart apart that I can not be with you.

with the shake of your warm hand, is the place I want to be,
In my dreams I see your face and you always smile at me.
There are no words adequate to describe my love for you,
So until we meet again I will promise I will remember you.

[hoot gibson]

let me die , with bow in hand
string pulled strong , with arrow drawn.
the sun to my back, the wind to my face.
to loose the string , and win lifes race.
to slump to ground , from the archers stance.
and shoot my bow with God, where the angels dance.

hoot gibson

sonny iman was my friend.

[TritonBill]

My thoughts and prayers are with you.

[hoot gibson]

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

[hoot gibson]

The Last Warrier
By W. J. Bruce



High on bleak, stony rag,
Unmoving, he sits astride
His ragged coated pony.
Only telltale frozen breaths,
Separate them from
The still, winter black boles
Of ancient leafless trees.
The pony, blown and lame,
Stands with lowered head,
Ears flattened to the sound
Of a distant wolf pack.
The man on his back,
All weapons lost,
Ignores the trickling blood
From savage wounds,
Mingling his war paint.
Eyes burning fiercely
He strains to find
The sign he seeks:
Behind, the sound of enemy
Draws ever closer.
At last, faith rewarded,
He sees far below
In the deep valley,
Arriving at the edge
Of the fast flowing river,
The great she bear
With two gamboling cubs:
To fish the racing salmon,
Drawn relentlessly toward
Their age-old spawning ground.
Silently, the wounded brave
Offers his final prayer
To the eternal clan bear;
Totem and guardian
Of his battle slain tribe.
The enemy, exultant,
Are almost upon him,
Yet he looks not behind:
He sees only the Great Spirit,
Surrounding him kindly
In loving, firm embrace.
While the enemy closes in,
He straightens himself;
His voice rings loud and clear,
Echoing across the land
To the distant cloudless sky.
One last defiant war cry
As he spurs on his pony,
And leaps...
Into the world of his ancestors.

[coonskinner]

muh ole lady sez if i die before her she will put a bow an arrah,muh arm guard an tab...in the casket...she wanted tuh know which bow i preferred...i told her the 50# all glass ben pearson recurve...she sez ,oh good cause i'm sellin the rest...:yikes:





:mischeif: i want that browning xplorer 2...

[hoot gibson]

Treat the earth an all that dwell theron with respect
Remain close to the Great Spirit
Show great respect for your fellow beings
Work together for the benefit of all humankind
Give assistance and kindness wherever needed
Do what you know to be right
Look after the well-being of mind and body
Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater good
Be truthful and honest at all times
Take full responsibility for your actions

[hoot gibson]

To bring back the natural harmony that humans once enjoyed.
To save the planet from present practices of destruction.
To find and re-employ real truth.
To promote true balance between both genders.
To share and be less materialistic.
To become rid of prejudice.
To learn to be related.

To be kind to animals and take no more than we need.
To play with one's children and love each equally and fairly.
To be brave and courageous, enough so,
to take a stand and make a commitment.
To understand what Generations Unborn really means.
To accept the Great Mystery
in order to end foolish argument over religion.

[hoot gibson]

The soldier stood and faced his God

Which must always come to pass

He hoped his shoes were shining

Just as brightly as his brass.

“Step forward now, you soldier,

How shall I deal with you?

Have you always turned the other cheek?

To My Church have you been true?”

The soldier squared his shoulders and

said, “No, Lord, I guess I ain’t

Because those of us who carry guns

Can’t always be a saint.

I’ve had to work most Sundays

And at times my talk was tough,

And sometimes I’ve been violent,

Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny

That wasn’t mine to keep…

Though I worked a lot of overtime

When the bills got just too steep,

And I never passed a cry for help,

Though at times I shook with fear,

And sometimes, God forgive me,

I’ve wept unmanly tears.

I know I don’t deserve a place

Among the people here,

They never wanted me around

Except to calm their fears.

If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,

It needn’t be so grand,

I never expected or had too much,

But if you don’t, I’ll understand.”

There was a silence all around the throne

Where the saints had often trod

As the soldier waited quietly,

For the judgment of his God,

“Step forward now, you soldier,

You’ve borne your burdens well,

Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,

You’ve done your time in Hell.”
Author Unknown

[hoot gibson]

He wears
a Puma tee-shirt
but if I close my eyes
and hug him
I smell smoke in weathered buckskin.


He drives
a truck for money
but when he nears the woods
and enters
he walks ancient virgin forests.


He buys
meat at the market
but when the white tails rut
and fatten
he carries a bow and worships hunting.


He lives
in modern ages
but only bodily
for his soul
comes from other,
older eras.

[hoot gibson]

as i sat last night at the fire by my pond , and the last of the cars or trucks left down the lane . it seemed the lil birthday party my wife had for me was over ,
so i opened another beer , and checked my watch .
standing with my back to the fire , and looking out among the hills , remembering the many deer i have stolen the sole of on the farm . i can still smell the air around the older buck i shot back in death valey , and here the bawling cry of one of the does i took in the pines . but then i started thinking about the ones that got away , the ones i missed . you know that sinking,sickning feeling of confusion you get when you realized you missed. ( bowmiller i have felt it plenty)
there was a monster i missed, up on top , at the edge of the pasture one year , then a lil doe , just outside the corn , i threw rocks at her , but they fell short , and she would come over to see what was landing on the ground , so i started throwing them shorter , and closer , till i had her at about 15 yards , and shot rite under her . didnt take her long to get out then .
going over the misses is sometimes funner than going over the kills. but when you think of lifes misses it really kuts you deep . a random act of kindness isnt suposed to be something to look for , kindness should be there when ever someone is in need , weather it be mentaly or physicaly. dont turn away from some one who needs a little hand , just because you might be late for the stand . or you really wanted to get the grass mowed . or you might be late for supper , give it up man , dont be selfish do what you can to help them in need .

[mullskinner]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOOT ....:D

[hoot gibson]

Great Spirit,
give us hearts to understand;
Never to take from creation's beauty more than we give;
Never to destroy wantonly for the furtherance of greed;
Never to deny to give our hands for the building of earth's beauty;
Never to take from her what we cannot use.

Give us hearts to understand
That to destroy earth's music is to create confusion;
That to wreck her appearance is to blind us to beauty;
That to callously pollute her fragrance is to make a house of stench;
That as we care for her she will care for us.

We have forgotten who we are.
We have sought only our own security.
We have exploited simply for our own ends.
We have distorted our knowledge.
We have abused our power.

Great Spirit, whose dry lands thirst,
help us to find the way to refresh your lands.

Great Spirit, whose waters are choked with debris and pollution,
help us to find the way to cleanse your waters.

Great Spirit, whose beautiful earth grows ugly with mis-use,
help us to find the way to restore beauty to your handiwork.

Great Spirit, whose creatures are being destroyed,
help us to find a way to replenish them.

Great Spirit, whose gifts to us are being lost
in selfishness and corruption,
help us to find the way to restore our humanity.

[hoot gibson]

© By Danny M. Underwood

I stare at the casket;
Draped with the nation's cloth.

I'm momentarily startled;
As the guns go off.

Another fallen soldier;
Being laid to rest.

I struggle to breathe;
For this tightness in my chest.

The bugler so smooth;
As he hits every note.

It is hard to swallow;
Because of this lump in my throat.

Tears fall like rain;
As I look to the sky.

No matter how many times I hear it;
Taps still makes me cry.

The bugle now silent;
As we pray for the dead.

I gather myself;
As I bow down my head.

Lord bless these heroes;
Who have given their lives.

Comfort their children;
Their husbands and wives.

Let us not forget;
They have given their all.

Let the bugle be silent;
Let no more soldiers fall.

[hoot gibson]

im001633

[hoot gibson]

things i remember.
the swish of a bowstring .
the whistle of an arrow .
a giant oak exploding after being struck by lightning.
an eagle when it flew over my house.
the warmth of the sun when it rises on a frosty morning.
the coolness of a fog when it comes into the valley.
the sound of a leaf falling to the ground.
the warmth of a wooden longbow grip in the winter.
a cool drink from a spring in the woods.
the hot feeling of field dressing a deer on your hands.
my grandchildrens first cry.
the first time i saw my wife.
going to church with my grandmother.
listning to the ballgame with granddad.
following my dad when hunting as a child.
the softness of my mothers kiss.
being mean to my sisters.
being put in my place by my older brother.
the first house i help build .
the first hay i help bail.
my first good sunburn.
my first black eye.
playing baseball.
a friends 64.5 mustang tour into 3 pieces , my first wreck.
my children being born.
the smile of a child , on his lips and in his eyes.
my first bow , ben pearson jet.
shooting my brother in law with an arrow in the ribs.
falling over a fence and shooting my self.
shooting 47 groundhogs with a bow , one summer.
looking into joys crystal blue eyes the first time i met her.
the amaazment i felt the first time i watched bowmiller build a bow.
i remember meeting sonny iman for the first time , he put his hand on my sholder and said , come with me son , i will show you how its done.and that he did.
hoot gibson

[hoot gibson]

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[hoot gibson]

going to the osta shoot at millersburg this weekend , it was the last course i ever shot with my great friend . sonny and i have loosed alot of arrows together over the past years . every day i see things that remind me of him . or say things that he said , i have met alot of friends shooting the bow and arrow , and mostly comes to mind . two of the greatest men i have ever had the pleasure of sharing a fire with . sonny iman and john brewer . when in the presence of these gentelmen you never lacked for nothing . they always had a warm handshake for you , and that means the world to me .dont know why im babbling , mabey because of this weekend coming up . just a little advice , if you have friends like this , dont take for granted that they will be at the next shoot . they just might fool ya. hoot:mad:

[COB]

Amen!

[hoot gibson]

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went to visit joyce a couple weeks ago , walked out back , looked over the deck , and this guy was laying on imans 4 wheeler seat . what do you think i called him.. lucky. hoot

[Boots]

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went to visit joyce a couple weeks ago , walked out back , looked over the deck , and this guy was laying on imans 4 wheeler seat . what do you think i called him.. lucky. hoot

Isn't That the truth!!!!!

[hoot gibson]

The swirling snow, upon the wind,
As I say farewell to my friend…



Soothes my heart in some small way,
And I hardly feel the cold this day.



It must have been a day such as this,
Maybe it was snow, maybe the mist…



When you were born so long ago…
But now it’s goodbye, amidst the snow.



A strong man, a gentle man, you have ever been,
In our brief encounter, you became my friend.



For it seems I have always known you somehow,
Though the years were denied us, giving only the now.



Would that we had laughed, and shared those times,
But fate denied us living in those climes.



You were a dancer, and smiler, too,
Oh, how I wish I had seen that from you.



Your flowing white hair, so clean and bright,
Stirred the hearts of thy ladies both day and night.



I think of you so long ago,
hunting over distant lands…you are my hero.



Strange, it seems, I can feel your youth,
And I can see your spirit, and that’s the truth.

You worked so very hard all your life,
To provide for your children, and lovely wife.



Such sacrifice and giving, day by day,
You were a man, who would never sway.


Hard work, devotion, and purpose, too,
These describe just a bit of you.


And of your wife, what can I say,
On this, her most torturous day…



Your love was shared always, and true ,
And she has always been in love with only you.



A lifetime you spent, through good times and bad,
But you were the only love that she ever had.



And with the passing of the years,
You were as One with her, through laughter and tears.



You can be proud of your life’s success…
As a husband, and father, you were the best.



I have stroked your face, and held your hand,
Caressed your brow, with my trembling hand.



I feel that you knew my feelings for you,
Even though each other, we hardly knew.



I remember the times that our eyes would meet,
And somehow our spirits then would greet.



I have known a part of you, my new found friend,
And I thank God I was with you towards the end.



But it is not really the end, I know,
For our beginning is just starting to grow.



For we have made a bond, you and me,
That shall last through all eternity.



sonny you are my friend, and brother too,
And I have come to love you, yes, it’s true .


And so on this mid winter’s day, with snow gently falling,
And the swirling wind that seems to be calling…



Not just farewell, but a beckoning, too,
Through our love and memories, we will always have you.



For you have not gone, but simply returned,
Unto your Heavenly Father, for Whom we all yearn.



Amongst the angels, you now reside,
Standing there, without a trace of pride.



And the happiest thought that I would say,
Is the certitude of our reunion, some unknown day.



Farewell, my friend, who touched me deep,
Within God’s arms thou dost sleep.



I love you, I miss you, my special friend…
I bid thee farewell, until we meet again.

[deerhunt45]

that is a special poem hoot. very emotional, brung a tear to muh eye :(

45

[bowmiller]

It's awfully easy to take friends for granted. worse thing about it is that you never realize you're doing it until it's too late.

I barely knew Sonny, but I had the pleasure of sharing his company a few times and even shot a few arrows with him. all I can say is that being in his company was always uplifting for me.

I lost my oldest and dearest friend 6 weeks ago. he was the brother I never had for nearly 25 years. friends since high school. he would have been 40 in two weeks. is hard to move forward in the vacuum of such a loss. I really miss him.

some people would say the same things about Hoot Gibson that he says about Sonny. I'd say the torch has been passed, my friend.

[COB]

We have lost two very good men this year in the passing of Sonny and George Hilf. When I was eighteen the thought of death never crossed my mind. Now I'm sixty six and can not do many of the things I used to be able to do. Seems my body is wearing out a lot faster than my mind. Although I'm sure there are those who would disagree with me on that statement!

Any way I feel the measure and wealth of a man is how many folks remember you kindly when you are gone. Sonny and George had to be BIG men. As the specter of death comes ever closer I can only hope a couple of folks will remember me as kindly as we remember these two great men.

Life in the final measure must go on. But, there is always a but you know. It is good to look back, remember, and keep them in some small measure alive in our hearts.

[teambringit33]

amen to that COB you hit the nail on the head!

[hoot gibson]

this past sunday i belive was mr. imans birthday . i was in coshocton working on a house , staying the night , i sat alone drinking a couple cold beers and smoking camel non filters ,in the soft glow of a mayple cented candle . setting on a wooden 2x12 camp chair i made , and my table was half a 55 gallon plastic drum. and remembering the short times we had with our friend . he would have been 69 years on this planet . i cant get over this , not sure i want to .ted , there will always be a warm spot in my heart for you my friend , and bowmiller , you need to get your mind rite on some things.i will never be half the man mr. iman was. hoot

[hoot gibson]

Why I Love Her

You ask me Why I Lover Her? Well, give me time and I'll explain.
Have you see a Kansas sunset or an Arizona rain?
Have you drifted on a bayou down Louisiana way?
Have you watched a cold fog drifting over San Francisco Bay?

Have you heard a bobwhite calling in the Carolina pines,
Or heard the bellow of a diesel at the Appalachia mines?
Does the call of Niagara thrill you when you hear her waters roar?
Do you look with awe and wonder at her Massachusetts shore,
Where men who braved a hard new world first stepped on Plymounth's rock?
And do you think of them when you stroll along a new York City dock?

Have you seen a snowflake drifting in the Rockies, way up high?
Have you seen the sun come blazing down from a bright Nevada sky?
Do you hail to the Columbia as she rushes to the sea,
Or bow your head at Gettysburg at our struggle to be free?

Have you seen the mighty Tetons? Have you watched an eagle soar?
Have you see the Mississippi roll along Missouri's shore?
Have you felt a chill at Michigan when on a winter's day
Her waters rage along the shore in thunderous display?
Does the word "Aloha" make you warm? Do you stare in disbelief
When you see the surf come roaring in at Waimea Reef?

From Alaska's cold to the Everglades, from the Rio Grande to Maine,
My heart cries out, my pulse runs fast at the might of her domain.
You ask me Why I Love Her? I've a million reasons why:
My Beautiful America, beneath God's wide, wide sky.

John Wayne

[hoot gibson]

The mountain was my mama. The river was my dad. A yellow dog I called Old Gold, The only friend I had. I grew up in the back woods With no family and no kin. And when I’m done with city living I will move back home again. I’ll climb back up the mountain, Across the river swim, And look around to find Old Gold Down by the river bend. I left him by the river. We parted at the glen, Where I told him I must leave that place A new life to begin.. I traveled to the city To find me a school mar’m Who could teach me how to cipher, To read and write and learn. And when I found my school mar’m And learned what I could learn, What I learned about the city Just made me want to return. If I didn’t have my mountain, If Old Gold I didn’t know, I tell you, I’d be out of luck. I’d have no place to go. So I swam across the river To the mountain I call home. And I found Old Gold was dying Which is why I wrote this poem. The saddest moments happen Nearest the journey’s end. But you can die a rich man If you have one faithful friend. So before you start a journey Please take one good look behind. Consider what you’re leaving Before you start your climb.

[hoot gibson]

setting in the tree this evening , thinking of things of the past . then in came a really nice thunderstorm , dadgum did it rain , i was soaked , it passed , then about an hour later came another one , well i was wet again , using turkey feathers so i didnt have to worry about them laying down , about 5;45 the deer started moving in . i just sat there watching them eat the whiteoak akerns . thinking about the time sonny walked me around his property . showed me his favorite tree stand , i just decided to give him something to worry about , so i took a leek rite under it , i knew it wouldnt bother things , was a couple months till season . i think that was the only time i kinda set him off. i got a big laugh out of it , and he killed a nice doe out of the stand during the first of the season .. i miss you friend .. hoot

[hoot gibson]

The Archer is wake!
The Swan is flying!
Gold against blue
An Arrow is lying.
There is hunting in heaven--
Sleep safe till tomorrow.

The Bears are abroad!
The Eagle is screaming!
Gold against blue
Their eyes are gleaming!
Sleep!
Sleep safe till tomorrow.

The Sisters lie
With their arms intertwining;
Gold against blue
Their hair is shining!
The Serpent writhes!
Orion is listening!
Gold against blue
His sword is glistening!
Sleep!
There is hunting in heaven--
Sleep safe till tomorrow.

William Carlos Williams

[hoot gibson]

Just wanted to let you know that Chris iman fell 15 feet from his treestand this morning. He landed face first after getting his ankle stuck in a small fork in the tree. His second tree step from the top broke when he stepped on it. He has been Careflighted to Miami Valley hospital.
All I know for sure at the moment is that he has a broken ankle, broken wrist, and his shoulder is pretty tore up. They wanted to Careflight him to do a CAT scan, and other tests to see what else may be wrong.
Any prayers would be greatly appreciated.

[mullskinner]

Just wanted to let you know that Chris iman fell 15 feet from his treestand this morning. He landed face first after getting his ankle stuck in a small fork in the tree. His second tree step from the top broke when he stepped on it. He has been Careflighted to Miami Valley hospital.
All I know for sure at the moment is that he has a broken ankle, broken wrist, and his shoulder is pretty tore up. They wanted to Careflight him to do a CAT scan, and other tests to see what else may be wrong.
Any prayers would be greatly appreciated.

PRAYERS SENT HOOT ...

[geezer]

Prayers Sent For Your Friend Hoot.....

[hoot gibson]

PUFF, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal PUFF,
and brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff.

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on PUFF's gigantic tail,
Noble kings and princes would bow whenever they came,
Pirate ships would lower their flag when PUFF roared out his name

OH, PUFF, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
PUFF, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,

A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And PUFF that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.

PUFF, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
PUFF, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain,
PUFF no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his life-long friend, PUFF could not be brave,
So PUFF that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave.

Oh! PUFF, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
PUFF, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee

[hoot gibson]

A Warrior is the protector of
his family,clan and his tribe

A Warrior is the guardian of the
old ways so that they are not
forgotten

A Warrior is not motivated by
greed, political ambition or
fame

A Warrior will not put himself
above others in need

And above all
A Warrior is the living spirit of
our Grandfathers

[hoot gibson]

The Old Man and His Dog

An old man and his dog were walking along a country road, enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to the man that he had died. He remembered dying, and realized, too, that the dog had been dead for many years. He wondered where the road would lead them, and continued onward.



After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall, white arch that gleamed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He was pleased that he had finally arrived at heaven, and the man and his dog walked toward the gate. As he got closer, he saw someone sitting at a beautifully carved desk off to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, but is this heaven?"



"Yes, it is, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The gatekeeper gestured to his rear, and the huge gate began to open.

"I assume my friend can come in..." the man said, gesturing toward his dog.

But the reply was, "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."



The man thought about it, then thanked the gatekeeper, turned back toward the road, and continued in the direction he had been going. After another long walk, he reached the top of another long hill, and he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate. There was no fence, and it looked as if the gate had never been closed, as grass had grown up around it. As he approached the gate, he saw a man just inside, sitting in the shade of a tree reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"



"Yeah, sure, there's a well over there," the man said, pointing to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in and make yourself at home."

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.

"He's welcome too, and there's a bowl by the well," he said. They walked through the gate and, sure enough, there was an old-fashioned well and a bowl next to it on the ground. The man filled the bowl for his dog, and then took a long drink himself.
When both were satisfied, he and the dog walked back toward the man, who was sitting under the tree waiting for them, and asked, "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.



"This is heaven," was the answer.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "It certainly doesn't look like heaven, and there's another man down the road who said that place was heaven."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?"

"Yes, it was beautiful."

"Nope. That's hell."

"Doesn't it offend you for them to use the name of heaven like that?"

"No. I can see how you might think so, but it actually saves us a lot of time. They screen out the people who are willing to leave their best friends behind."

[deerhunt45]

Just wanted to let you know that Chris iman fell 15 feet from his treestand this morning. He landed face first after getting his ankle stuck in a small fork in the tree. His second tree step from the top broke when he stepped on it. He has been Careflighted to Miami Valley hospital.
All I know for sure at the moment is that he has a broken ankle, broken wrist, and his shoulder is pretty tore up. They wanted to Careflight him to do a CAT scan, and other tests to see what else may be wrong.
Any prayers would be greatly appreciated.

hoot. i just now saw this post :( .

prayers to Chris and his family. i hope he is on the way to a full recovery. let us know if there is anything we can help with.

45

[hoot gibson]

chris is as tuff as nails , he will be alright , thanks for the prayers guys . hoot

[deerhunt45]

good to hear...best wishes..

45

[hoot gibson]

i knew a man , who now walks heavy on my heart. who once laid his hand on the shoulder of a boy , and said come with me , i will show you how its done . i followd his steps ,the best i could and tried to keep his stride . listened on the archery range , and even closer at the campfires. some people are 6 feet high , and only two feet tall he once said to me after a loud man left the fire . i will remember that i told him . just the little things i herd will stick in my mind forever. a stronger man i think i will never meet. he was fair to all , and to all was a friend , there is a lot more to learn on the archery range than shooting the bow and arrow. there is not a day that goes by that i dont miss him , and his famous words when setting down after coming in after lessons on the course.. BEER HOOTER?

[dal61]

i knew a man , who now walks heavy on my heart. who once laid his hand on the shoulder of a boy , and said come with me , i will show you how its done . i followd his steps ,the best i could and tried to keep his stride . listened on the archery range , and even closer at the campfires. some people are 6 feet high , and only two feet tall he once said to me after a loud man left the fire . i will remember that i told him . just the little things i herd will stick in my mind forever. a stronger man i think i will never meet. he was fair to all , and to all was a friend , there is a lot more to learn on the archery range than shooting the bow and arrow. there is not a day that goes by that i dont miss him , and his famous words when setting down after coming in after lessons on the course.. BEER HOOTER?

hoot-
you carry his torch well...

[hoot gibson]

Pre 25,000 BC
The discovery of the first stone arrowheads in Africa tends to indicate that the bow and arrow were invented there, maybe as early as 50,000 BC.
It was probably developed in conjunction with the invention of the spear thrower.
A short bow would be a better hunting weapon when used to stalk animals in wooded areas, rather than carry around long spears.
The shape of the earliest bows can only be guessed at, as broken or worn out bows would probably end up on the cooking fire, reshaped into different tools or just thrown away.

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25,000 - 18,000 BC
Fire hardened points used on the arrows. Flint arrowheads shaped to a point and inserted into a slot and tied with sinew to the front of the arrow. Feathers were glued and tied with sinew to the arrow shafts.

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18,000 - 9,000 BC
11,000 BC - In a burial tomb in San Teodoro Cave, Sicily, a skeleton was found with a fragment of a flint arrow head embedded in the pelvis.

Arrow shafts found in Germany are dated to approx. 9,000 BC.

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9,000 - 6,000 BC
Bows are found in Denmark that date from approx. 8,000 - 6,000 BC.
These bows are one piece made from yew or elm and are 'tillered'. (Even amount of bend on top and bottom limbs.)

Tassili rock fresco depicting archer in Egypt from about 7,500 BC.

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6,000 - 3,000 BC
5,000 BC - the Egyptians use the bow for hunting and in warfare against the Persians.

3,300 BC - a 45 yr. old man dies on the Similaun Glacier in the Alps near the present day border between Italy and Austria. His preserved body is found on 11th. September, 1991.
After many years of research, "Oetzi" has revealed how he once lived and worked.
He was dressed in leather clothes with a grass waterproof cloak and shoes stuffed with grass as protection against the weather.
He also had a framed backpack, a utility belt containing tools, a quiver containing 14 arrows, a flint dagger and most amazing of all, a copper axe.
The reason why the discovery of the copper axe caused such interest is that it pre-dates the generally accepted development of copper smelting by almost 1,000 years.
(So now the history books may have to be revised with a new date.)
After detailed analysis of body tissue and hair, it was discovered to contain high amounts of copper and arsenic, which can only come about from prolonged exposure to copper ore and the smelting process. This indicates that he mined the copper ore, probably from ancient mines found 120km. to the South in Italy and then melted the ore in a furnace to create the copper axe.
His quiver had a protective flap to keep the feathers dry on the arrows.
The wooden arrows were fitted with flint arrowheads. Some of his arrows were shorter than the others and seemed to have been made by a right-handed person indicated by the direction of the thread used to tie on the feathers. The other arrows were longer and made by a left-handed person. Why he had two different lengths of arrows remains unknown.
One possible scenario on how he lived his life is that during the winter he would travel to the copper mines. There he would mine the ore and make copper axes, possibly to trade for other items. During the summer, he would take flocks of sheep up the mountain passes to graze, maybe using his bow and arrow to protect the sheep from wolves and also for hunting. He may have traded some arrows for one of his copper axes during his travels.
(For more details, see the BBC Horizon TV documentary "Ice Mummies".)
Refer also to the Primitive Archer Magazine at http://www.primitivearcher.com
for more recent information.
More recent investigation of the body, a flint arrowhead has been found embedded in his left shoulder. Someone had shot him in the back with an arrow not long before he died.
It may be the cause of his death from loss of blood and hypothermia after fleeing from the person who had shot him.

More DNA investigation has now found that the clothing worn by "Oetzi" has three different blood stains on it.
This may have come about from "Oetzi" defending himself from several attackers, before fleeing into the mountains, or he may have even been the attacker and had come off second-best.
This may explain the injury from an arrow in the back.

[hoot gibson]

3,000 - 1,000 BC
2,800 BC - The 'Composite Bow' first appears. The Egyptians further developed this type of bow. Made from wood, tipped with animal horn and held together with animal sinew and glue. The unstrung bow resembled a 'C' shape and required two people to string it. The bowstrings were made from 'catgut' obtained and made from sheep's intestines.
The arrows were extremely light and when used with the composite bow, could be shot 366 metres ( 400 yards ) and the armour of the day was no protection against such weapons.
The Egyptians used archers on the back of light chariots. These were organised into highly trained units able to quickly out-flank an enemy army with devastating effect.

Egyptian bow and arrows from
approx. 2,300 BC-1400 BC.
Bow length = 62"-68" (160-173cm)
Arrows made from reeds with hard foreshafts 8"(20cm) long bound into the shaft with very fine linen thread then tipped with flint heads. The fletchings are 3"(7.5cm) long feathers glued to the shafts with shellac.
Arrow length = 34"-37"(86-94cm).
Arrow weight = 0.4-0.5oz(10-14gm).

2,600 BC - Pyramids of Caral, situated about 125 km north of Lima in Peru, South America were built to form a large city complex. The large stepped pyramids even exceed the size of the pyramids in Egypt for sheer volume of material used. The neighbouring river was used to irrigate crops of cotton, which was then woven into fishing nets to trade with the coastal fishing villages in exchange for fish. This peaceful trading city was thought to exist for the next 600 years.
(Archaeological digging is still revealing how these ancient city dwellers lived.)
2,500 BC - Akkadians conquered Sumeria with infantry archers.
1,500 - 1027 BC - First mention of Crossbows in China.
1479 BC - 1426 BC - The King of Egypt, Thutmose III, was reported to be a highly skilled warrior in archery and horsemanship, often giving public displays of his skill. He expanded the Egyptian empire to cover Syria and Sudan. Many temples and monuments were built to commemorate his triumphs.
1288 BC - Battle for Kadesh between the Pharaoh Ramses II and the Hittite King, Mutallu. The highly mobile Egyptian archers on the back of chariots were able to defeat the Hittite army.
1260 BC - 1240 BC - Philoctetes had been bequeathed the bow and arrows of the Greek hero Heracles in return for lighting his funeral pyre, thus he became a notable archer. On the way to the siege of Troy he was incapacitated by a snakebite and was left behind. After a seer revealed that Troy could be taken only with the aid of Heracles' bow and arrows, the Greek warriors Odysseus and Diomedes went to Philoctetes and persuaded him to accompany them to Troy. There he was healed of his wound and killed Paris, son of the King of Troy, by which action he paved the way for the city's fall through using the 'Trojan Horse'.
1209 BC - Merneptah, son of Ramses II (Pharaoh of Egypt) used his archers to defeat an invading army of Libyans, who lost nearly 9,400 men in the battle.
1,200 - 700 BC - Assyrian archers shot from chariots while the charioteer held a shield for protection.
In China, the nobility of the time attended special schools where they were taught archery, music, rituals, charioteering, mathematics and writing.

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1,000 BC - 400 AD
490 BC - 'Battle of Marathon', Athenian infantry of 11,000 men with long spears, swords and armour defeated Persian archers after a rapid charge to avoid the shower of arrows. The Persian army of 15,000 men were flanked by the infantry and lost 6,400 men killed in retreat back to their ships. The Athenians only lost 192 men. According to legend, an Athenian messenger was sent from Marathon to Athens, a distance of about 40 km(25 miles), and there he announced the Persian defeat before dying of exhaustion.
360 BC - Macedonian - archers on horseback used to support other cavalry troops.
327 BC-326 BC - Indian prince, Porus, who ruled the region between the Hydaspes (Jhelum) and Acesines (Chenab) rivers at the time of Alexander the Great's invasion of the Punjab. Porus resisted Alexander, but with his elephants and slow-moving infantry bunched, he was out-flanked by Alexander's mobile cavalry and mounted archers in the battle of the Hydaspes. Impressed by his techniques and spirit, Alexander allowed him to retain his kingdom.
260 BC - Hannibal used cavalry archers.
250 BC - Parthians (Iran/Afghanistan) were excellent horsemen and archers. In battle they would often shoot their arrows back towards the enemy while pretending to flee.
This could be where the phrase "a Parthian Shot" became today's phrase "a Parting Shot".
221 BC - Qin Shihuang, First Emperor of China. Discovery of his 'Terracotta Army' in 1974. The burial pits contain approx. 6,000 life size figures of soldiers, archers and cavalry, including horses. Each figure is different and may have been based on actual living persons of the time.
A huge burial mound exists nearby and may be the tomb of the First Emperor. Legend says it contains vast riches, but also a curse to any who violate the tomb. To date, the burial mound has not been explored.








He is wearing plated armour over a battle robe. Colour version based on original paint samples. Triangular points on circular stems.
200mm long. Body is 720mm long. Has bronze trigger mechanism. Estimated range is 800 metres.


53 BC - Parthians tried to invade Rome with some success, but bows and arrows were not much good against garrison walls.
37 BC - Roman troops invaded Parthia, but lost many 1,000's to hit and run tactics.
200-300 AD - The late Han/Jin Period.


Bow: Length: 130 cm. Width: 0.6 cm - 3.2 cm. Thickness: 0.6 cm - 4.6 cm. Arrow: Length: 73.5 cm.

Graphical reconstruction of the Niya Bow by Stephen Selby.

(from original on display in the Revolutionary Museum in Beijing, China.)

An example of a Magyar (Hungarian) composite recurve bow.


For more detailed information on the materials and construction of the bow, refer to
http://www.atarn.org/magyar/magyar_1.htm

288 AD -

Sebastian commanded a company of the Preatorian Guard for the Roman Emperor, Diocletian. After his secret belief in Christianity was revealed, he refused to renounce his faith. The emperor ordered that he be bound to a stake and shot to death with arrows. He was left for dead after several arrows, but a friend discovered that he was still alive and nursed him back to health. Later he proclaimed his Faith from the steps of the Emperor's Palace.
The guards were ordered to beat him to death with clubs and his body was thrown in the sewer. His body was recovered by friends and buried in the catacombs.


376 AD - the Pope, St. Damascus, built a Basilica over Sebastian's tomb which is now one of the seven principal churches in Rome.
Now St. Sebastian is the Patron Saint of Archers.

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400 - 1000 AD
434 AD - Attila the Hun - Reined as King from 434-453AD. The Huns used composite recurve bows from horseback with deadly effect on opposing armies.
The Hun kingdom was located in modern-day Hungary. Attila embarked immediately upon a series of wars extending Hun rule from the Rhine across the north of the Black Sea as far as the Caspian Sea. Some historical accounts number his army between 300,000 to 700,000 troops, which for those times, is a huge force of arms. The defeat of his army by the allied Roman and Visigoth armies at Chalons in 451 AD thwarted his first campaign into Western Europe. The following year, he invaded Northern Italy, nearly securing Ravenna, but halted at the request of Pope Leo I and returned home to his capital near present day Budapest. He died in 453 AD, supposedly choking to death of a nosebleed while in a drunken stupor after marrying another wife.
552 AD - 'Battle of Taginae', the Byzantine emperor, Justinian I sent his commander, Narses, with an army of 20,000 men into Italy, where, at the Apennine village of Taginae near the Flaminian Way, he defeated the Goths. The Goth commander, Totila, had ordered his army to use only spears, was fatally wounded. The victory, credited to imperial archers, allowed Narses to march through Italy and eventually liberate Rome.
500 - 900 AD - Byzantines used mounted archers and then a cavalry charge against the Saracens, Vandals, Goths and Franks. The Avars used mounted archers using stirrups to stand while shooting, thus increasing their accuracy.
900 AD - Byzantines changed to using archers on foot.

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1000 - 1200 AD
1066 AD - The Battle of Hastings - King Harold of England was waiting for the invasion of William of Normandy. His army was lined up along a ridge line forming a 'shield wall' battle tactic as he was waiting for more of his troops to arrive from an earlier battle against Vikings further north.
Williams army had the disadvantage of attacking up-hill. His archers tried shooting at the shield wall, but their arrows were stopped by the troops shields or flew over-head due to shooting up-hill.
William changed tactics and ordered his archers to aim high and thus lob their arrows onto Harold's troops. This 'rain' of arrows decimated the army and allowed the foot soldiers to break through the shield wall. It is believed that King Harold was killed by an arrow through the eye which resulted in victory for William.

Part of the Bayeux Tapestry showing King Harold struck by the arrow.

1099 AD - Crusades. English knights and crossbowmen attack the Mohammadean army that mainly consisted of archers on horses armed with composite bows.
1100 AD - 2nd. August. William II, King of England, is killed by an arrow shot by Sir Walter Tyrel while hunting in the new forest. Sir Walter flees the country. Also in the hunting party is William's brother who succeeds him as Henry I and immediately takes possession of the treasury. There is suspicion that this may not have been an accidental shooting to gain the throne of England.
1100-1135 AD - Henry I proclaimed that an archer would be absolved of murder, if he killed a man during archery practise.
( An ironic touch.)
1147-1149 AD - Crusades ?.
1189 - 1192 AD - Crusades. King Richard killed with a crossbow bolt shot by a defender using one of the attacking army's crossbow bolts. The bolt didn't kill Richard outright, but the wound became infected after the arrow head was cut out.

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1200 to 1300 AD.
1208 AD - Temujin became Great Khan of the Mongols, better known as Genghis Khan.
The Mongols were expert mounted archers that used high stirrups which allowed them to shoot in any direction. They used composite bows ( 70 - 160 lb. draw weight ) and released the bowstring with a thumb ring that increased the killing range of the bow to 275 metres ( 300 yards.) The maximum range of their bows was about 550 metres ( 600 yards. )
The unarmoured soldiers wore silk under-shirts to minimise the injury from arrows. The loose silk shirt would wrap around the arrow head without being cut. This would allow the clean removal of the arrow by slowly pulling on the shirt, thus stopping cuts from barbed arrow heads and also reduce the risk of infection.
Their tactic against an opposing army would be to send in a small attack force, engage and then retreat with the opposing army giving chase. This small force would then lead the army to a pre-arranged ambush site, where the army would be surrounded by archers and showered with arrows. The heavy cavalry would then move in to finish off.
The Mongol army used ruthless tactics against cities, sometimes killing the entire population. This would spread fear through the region, making capture of further cities easier.
1211 - 1294 AD - The Mongol Empire spreads as far as Austria, Russia, Syria, Persia, Vietnam, Korea and China.
( See the TV Documentary "Storm from the East" which details the Mongol conquests.)
1227 AD - pipe rolls list a person named Robert Hood as a fugitive. ( Robin Hood ? )
1242 AD - Battle of Taillebourg - English army lost to French - 700 crossbowmen used.
1252 AD - 'Assize of Arms' - those men owning land worth between 40-100 shillings were required to equip themselves with a sword, dagger, bow and arrows. Those owning less than 40 shillings worth of land had to equip themselves with bow and arrows. All men between the age of 15 to 60 years old were ordered to equip themselves.
1298 AD - Battle of Falkirk - English army defeats Scots. The English knights charged the Scottish archers, scattering them, then the English archers attacked the remaining army.

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1300 to 1400 AD
1307 AD - William Tell - because William refused to bow towards a hat placed on a pole as a sign of imperial power, has was ordered to shoot an apple off his son's head.( He was known as an expert crossbowman. ) He succeeded in shooting the apple.
The story of his feat also stated that he had a second crossbow bolt hidden behind his belt in case he failed and killed his son, he would have quickly reloaded and killed the official who had ordered him to shoot the apple off his son's head.
1333 AD - 19th July - Battle of Halidon Hill. Scottish army is defeated by Edward III of England demonstrating for the first time the full potential of the English Longbow in battle.
( 22,000 Scottish heavy cavalry defeated by 2,000 English archers and 500 knights.)
1340 AD - English ships of war had archers who used arrows with half-moon shaped heads to cut down the sails of the opposing French ships.
1346 AD - 26th August - Battle of Crecy - Edward III of England leads his army against the French. Some accounts of the battle say that the English archers had kept their flax bowstrings dry by putting them under their helmets as it had been raining the day before.
The French force of crossbowmen attacked from the front, but maybe due to the rain, many misfired or the bowstrings snapped. The English archers showered them with arrows before they could reload. Most of the crossbowmen fled. The French cavalry then charged, but were decimated by the English archers.
1,542 French knights are killed with only 50 English killed.

French crossbowmen shown on the left using 'cranks' to pull the bowstring back while the English longbowmen on the right showered them with arrows.
Detail of Crossbow with Windlass.

1356 AD - 19th September - 'Battle of Poitiers' - Edward III of England defeats King John II of France. The English troops took up positions on marshy ground near a river and when the French knights charged, they became bogged and easy targets for the English archers. King John is taken prisoner and held in the Tower of London. A ransom of 3,000,000 gold crowns is demanded for his release.



1400 to 1500 AD
1400 AD - Byzantines were defeated by Turkish archers on horses.
1440 AD -


The bow shown at left is a 'Centre Shot Stone Bow' from an painting dated about 1440 AD.
It is interesting to note the split bowstring shown, as this type of bowstring/cable set-up has recently been used on the modern Compound Bows to do away with using the usual cable guard set-up.


1415 AD - 25th October - Battle of Agincourt - Henry V of England was leading his army back to Calais in France after a successful campaign to the south. At the village of Agincourt, Henry and his army were confronted by a French army camped to the North.
Henry's army consisted of 1,500 men at arms and 5,500 archers. The French army consisted mainly of noble knights on foot and cavalry, some 23,000 in total. Henry's army was out-numbered 3 to 1.
Henry arranged his army at the narrow end of the battlefield with archers on each flank.
The French army were arranged on the much wider end of the battlefield with the cavalry on each flank.
The French Nobles disregarded the battle plan ordered by the French King and ordered the cavalry to charge the archers.
The French noble cavalry were probably wearing expensive steel armour which protected them against the iron bodkin tips of the arrows, except that their horses were not as well protected. Most of the horses were probably killed or wounded in the first few minutes of the battle. The rest of the French army followed the cavalry charge and were obstructed by fleeing or dead horses, plus the narrowing of the battlefield, lead to mass chaos as the archers continued to shower arrows down on them.
The battlefield was also made very muddy during the melee and the French knights in their armour had a very hard time even walking in the crush of their own army. The English were not weighed down by heavy armour and so could easily out manoeuvre the French knights in hand to hand combat, where the archers used their daggers and mallets.
The battle lasted about two hours, with many French knights taken captive. Henry could not afford to guard so many captives, even for ransom back to the noble's family, so he ordered the archers to kill them all.
Some accounts state as many as 10,000 French soldiers killed, with only 100 English soldiers killed. Other accounts state only 29 English killed.
It appears that the Longbow Archers of King Henry's army did not win a great victory as per many history books state, but rather the French army defeated themselves on the battlefield.
(Article based on recent information from "Battlefield Detectives", a television documentary).
There is still some contention as to how effective the Longbow was against the steel armour of the period. Some studies show that an iron bodkin point would not have penetrated the steel armour of the knights, while an article in "The Glade" magazine, issue 107, clearly demonstrates the penetration power of the bodkin point through armour. In fact, further tests by Mark Stretton written in The Glade magazine, issue 111, have clearly demonstrated the penetration of bodkin points through the armour of the day.

The Battle of Agincourt showing longbowmen to the front with knights behind.
Examples the various types of arrow tips used during the 15th. Century.
The 'barbed' arrow tips were the most common used.
The small triangular tips without 'barbs', Bodkin's, were used to pierce the chainmail armour.
The 'half-moon' arrow tips were used to shoot through the sails of opposing ships.


1450 AD - Earliest surviving ballad, "Robin Hood and the Monk".
1472 AD - The practise of Archery was declining due to shortage of bowstaves.
1457 AD - James II, King of England, first decreed that the sports of football and golf should be banned as they interfered with archery practise.
1477 AD - Edward IV, King of England, bans the early version of the game of cricket as it is interfering with compulsory archery practise.
1492 AD - Leonardo da Vinci.

Sketch design of siege crossbow by Leonardo da Vinci, done when he was employed as a siege engineer in the court of Francis I of France.
English engineers recently built a replica and managed to fire a canon ball about 60 metres before one of the limbs broke from the strain.
Thus proving that the design could work.

[hoot gibson]

http://www.tradarchers.org/photos/blackhoof/2006/OSTA-Blackhoof-06-029.jpg

for you my friend..........h

[hoot gibson]

ttt

[deerhunt45]

:coolgleamA:

hiya hoot :D :)