My bow rack shame was lessened after I got a few pics back from my dad showing the rack mounted and in its full glory. As word from my mom has it, bows started appearing from under beds and behind doors. As if by magic they assembled to form the display you see here.
Once I saw both the caliber of the display and the quality of the gear he’s placing in the oaken stairsteps, I was glad I both overbuilt it and added calf hair atop cushioned pads for the limb rest shelves.
Still, even considering that all these “hunting” bows are only used in the backyard to target soft drink cans and milk jug caps at 25 yards, it’s a nice way to get at your gear and select the day’s weapon of mass puncture.