Thursday at the range was lots of fun.
Getting there a bit late meant most of the setting up was done before I got there.
It is work for which I am ill suited though have done literally thousands of times.
Six kids and a few adults meant an easy time for the line judge,another one of my duties.
So when they were finished I pulled out my bow. A most rare occurence.
The plan was to take a few shots to keep my hand in the game.
Maybe a dozen shots later a buddy showed up.
He has known me for a year or two. I have known him for two months.
The discrepancy being I am both gregarious and in the public eye therefor
meet hundreds of people a year maybe as many as a thousand.
I just don't remember all the faces. Tell me the kind of bow an
archer has how it shoots and I will know the person.
So there we are my buddy and me two trad' shooters. Then the secretary pulls out his bow and suddenly there were three of us. Not exactly Robin and his merry men but close.
We got out four 3D animals to shoot at which was way more ambitious than what I had planned originally. Fun was had by all. The secretary likes the standing bear,I like the cougar and my buddy likes the marmot. No-one at all likes the hyena of course so
it was brought out to punish mercilessly.
The marmot is small and I shoot to the left without a tab so windage compensation must be made. It got arrowed in the throat on the first try.
Then the bear fell within our sights,so to speak. I aimed for the throat yet again and scored a miss.
The other two fellows did well. It was now time for the mountain lion.
If the target is anatomically correct the kill is farther back than I would have suspected.
But that was where the ten ring was so we let loose. Aerating that big feline never felt so good. I was a bit forward my buddy was in the ten and the secretary shot another beast.
The hyena was tagged every now and then with all archers doing well.
It's a big solid thing and will last awhile as far as arrows go but is not
unflinching under our stern gaze.
My string arm bicep started to notice the strain so discretion became the better part of valor. Even now two days later I can feel it a bit but that is how muscles grow.
No sadness at all when I unbraced my bow and slipped it into it's couch leather case.
Arrows went back in their deer skin quiver then both bow and arrows went back onto the top shelf where only I can reach. There to gather dust until my druthers say otherwise.
Below is the menagerie we shot at. Arrow.s in pic's are always more fun but juggling a tablet and pulling arrows just doesn't mix. I need both hands free.
See you in the Wild