“I want a divorce. I forgive you, but I can’t give you an opportunity to do this to me again,” she shared. “I thought we had it all.”“Me t...o, babe!”“I’ve gotten a lawyer. I suggest you do the same. Bye now,” she hung up.In the next few months, they had to figure out how to split assets and custody. Both of them committed to being logical. Most of what they had came after they were wed so that made it easier. The house was still heavily mortgaged and that posed an issue. They sold it and Cortez. My father's hunting lessons from when I was a teen in the 1960's all come rushing back to me. We used wood or fiberglass recurved bows back then. Composites and pulleys and all sort of new fangled ideas are invented later.This bow draws like one of the new compound bows and only takes about 30 pounds to hold it, but it's a recurve bow. The tips are strange in the way they taper down to a point like an old English long bow. This should prove interesting.The arrows look like birch arrows, but. We let the tailgate down and laid out the contents of the picnic basket. We where eatting and enjoying the view from the high spot when we heard voices. From a foot trail four guys came walking up. They say hey and started checking out both my truck and wife. They weren't rude or forward but made sure they approved of both. They grabbed a couple of beers from their cooler and before I knew it we had sat and drank quiet a few. Every time my wife would offer to get beers for who ever needed one.. Me being here was your idea."He sighed, "Yeah, I know. I'm rethinking that idea." I bet you are."We stood there in silence for a few minutes; all I could think about was how I was going to try to get him to leave. Every scenario I thought up didn't seem like it would work. I was finally out of ideas and tired of the silence."Are we gonna stand like this all night?" I asked abruptly."No," he barked. "Let me introduce you to some of the others."As Evan introduced me to a few people noticed that.