During the summer of 1948 I went on a "real Injun" kick. Bows'n'arrers, breechcloth, armbands, home-made moccasins. All that stuff. The only store-bought items were nylon thread and airplane glue for the fletching, and bowstrings.
Ran down the neighbor's turkeys for wing feathers. Several efforts with cedar before success in making a bow stave that wouldn't split. Barrel hoop for the arrowheads. Some sort of local bush (still don't know the name) for 26" arrow shafts.
I guess the final effort was around a 40-pound pull. Good enough to send a flight arrow some 389 long steps. Not bad for a fourteen-year-old kid.
A few cottontails, one fox, one rattlesnake and a little spike buck that I shot through the head.
My mother was quite pleased when school started, that fall.