Guerilla Game Changer- Onza 3- “If this scuffed up vet can shoot it, anybody can!”
During my time as a player with the 3rd Ranger battalion in the United States Army my body was subjected to abuse and a few fairly severe injuries. Many of these, I have to admit, were the result of playing much too hard in my off time, with only a handful of
these injuries and lasting “handicaps” actually being work or mission related. (It is worth noting at this point, that I wouldn’t do any of it differently if given the option.) One injury in particular that has plagued my outdoor career is a laceration that I sustained to my right arm that severed not only the medial artery but the ulnar nerve as well. Upon my arrival to surgery after being stabilized by medics, I was told by surgeons that the damage could not effectively be repaired and that they would like to amputate. I respectfully asked the surgeons to please look at my training jacket prior to making any decisions. I suggested that they take under special consideration my expertise with explosives and long range precision marksmanship before cutting off any substantial pieces of my person that I may miss or want to use later. It was, of course, a hollow threat and the only time during my service to this country that I was openly insubordinate. This fact did not make the statement any less effective and I was very happy to wake up 7 hours and 8 units of blood later with my favorite arm still attached. The very same doctors took this opportunity to inform me that the very best case scenario was that all I could expect from this arm was that it would atrophy and be of little use to me the remainder of my life. To this day I don’t know if these doctors needed a confidence boost (not likely with doctors in my experience) or if they knew that by saying these things to an army Ranger they were guaranteeing that I would set out with obsessed determination down the long and painful road to being whole again. Though I am very proud of these victories in the face of adversity (something I could never have done without the values instilled in me by my fellow soldiers) the point of this story is not to brag. It is to better illustrate the limitations that the resulting nerve damage/loss of sensation and blood flow has obviously placed on my shooting.
When I contacted Terry Martin of Martin Archery, I gave a shortened version of the above story and asked him if he had anything that may help given my limitations and the fact that no matter how bad I want to be, I will never be a world class archer. He was kind enough to take a minute out of his very busy schedule for a quick conversation in which he suggested that in my case the Onza would be the way to go. I took his suggestion and we got a 70 pound Onza en route.
Over the course of my professional outdoorsman career I have had the opportunity to shoot a few different, very well made bows and the result has always been the same. Making me realize that I am not and won’t be a great shot and making it very necessary, over the years, for me o hone my skills with regard to stealth. As I looked harder at the reviews of this bow and claims made by its manufacturer, I kept seeing one thing that stood out. That it was supposed to be easy to shoot. I read this and took it with a grain of salt as far as my shooting was concerned. While I was sure that it was going to be well made and was sure to do what they said for the average shooter, I knew that the limitations imposed by me, would be what I would have to be prepared to forgive, as always.
When the bow arrived I was a little surprised at some of the gizmos, both with how they looked as well as how they were attached to the bow. In fact what I said when I saw the setup was exactly the same thing my bow tech said (who shall remain nameless because he is actually a staunch supporter and dealer of another company) an admittedly skeptical “Interesting”. I told him that I understood that his allegiance lie elsewhere and asked him to, even if under duress give me his honest opinion after tuning and shooting the thing when I arrived the next day to pick it up.
When I arrived the next day and asked how it went, the look on this gentleman’s face told me that I would have to be returning the bow to Mr. Martin because something was terribly wrong and I was unwilling to give a bad gear review to someone who had been so cool to me. (Rare for the Guerilla – just ask well-known fly fishing product company Redington. Sorry, Redington, but your waders are poop.) I asked hesitantly “Well, what do you think?” The very knowledgeable gentleman said quietly and half disgusted “I like it.”
After only a few shots I could tell that for the first time in my shooting career something was different and that what the good people of Martin Archery were saying was true (something I didn’t doubt) and that the statement would also apply to this beat up old paratrooper (something about which, I was, understandably, skeptical). I can’t describe, adequately, with human words how excited I am about the benefits of using this bow for someone like me. Forgiving doesn’t even begin to cover it. And smooth and fast to top it off? I didn’t think this was even possible. As I said before I had come to understand and accept my shooting limitations and in fact wearing them, if you will, as a badge of honor. What has been an amazing and unforgettable ride, an era of sorts, is apparently over and I am starting a new chapter as a bow hunter who, with the help of Terry Martin and everybody who works on his amazing team, will have to add “being able to actually shoot a bow” to my very full bag of tricks. Thanks guys this means more to this “killer” than you know! Oh yeah, I hope you weren’t planning on letting anybody else use this bow, because I can guarantee that you are not getting it back! I will keep you posted this season on the numerous impressive kills I am sure to make, with the help of this wonderful weapon. There will be a lot more to come!
Travis R. De Boer
A.K.A. Head Guerrilla in Charge
“Grateful, professional outdoorsman”
www.GuerillaGuideService.com