I was out on the dock messing with my boat as this approached. May not get to shoot in the yard for awhile, but I did get a 100-yard dash completed.
And as with any storm, we lost power – par.
One of the advantages to travel is finding different archery competitions in which to compete. Regardless of where I am, before the weekend has arrived, I have scanned the Internet for local tournaments. Recently, while in Georgia, I found a nearby 3D shoot in Gray Court, South Carolina.
The TAB Archery Club had posted information describing their “On the War Path” tournament. MapQuest indicated the location was 61 miles from where I was staying. I found a contact for the club, Frank, and called him to verify the information, which he confirmed. I was set for a shoot.
At all the 3D shoots where I compete I arrive alone and hope to team up with 2 or 3 local shooters. After signing in and paying the registration fee I headed to the warm field keeping my eyes open for other strays like myself.
On the warm-up range I spied two guys talking that looked as if they could use a third shooter. Creeping around the guys, listening for a break in their conversation, I butted in and asked if I could shoot with them. They gave me a wary scowl and rejected me claiming their buddy was on the way. While I wasn’t actually creeping around, their opinion may have been different or they probably just wanted to shoot with their buddy.
My second attempt also failed. That time I attempted to appear open and friendly when I approached 3 shooters and asked if they could use a fourth. Rejected for a second time.
My third attempt panned out. I noticed 2 shooters that were looking for the course entrance. They’d actually gone way off course and were a little confused. These where my guys. They gladly accepted me when I told them I knew where the first stake was located.
Paul and Jesse were my kind of shooters. Light and fast we moved quickly over the range playing around slower groups when necessary. Paul and Jesse aren’t full-time 3D shooters. Both are more interested in hunting and practice 3D to keep their skills honed during the off-season. They are both excellent archers.
The TAB course was another gem. Extremely hilly and for the Bowhunter Class 40 yards was a common distance over the 25 targets. One hundred and thirty-one archers competed over the two-day tournament.
The hills were a new experience for me and I appreciated the challenge. Overall, I was pleased to have existed the course with the same arrows I brought with me. Jesse and Paul, as in most instances where I barge in, were polite and respectful. The TAB course was one of the finest and most difficult I’ve seen. Thanks to TAB and to Paul and Jesse for letting me tag along.
There are two archers that have impressed many people because of their dedication to overall health and fitness: Rik Lee and Chris Watkins. During theirs lives they have been overweight. Today, they are involved in other sports along with archery. They are the type of individuals that can inspire others.
Chris is a young man that was heavy. In fact, he weighted close to 400 pounds. When I met him, shooting indoor league competition, I would never have guessed he’d ever been that big. By changing his diet and adding aerobic exercise to his daily activities Chis is now around 200 lbs. and has a goal of 185.
Chris posts his Garmin tracked runs and bike rides. His has a nice pace, one that would keep me heart rate up during a run. In fact, we’d planned to run the Firefly 5K together but the event was postponed because of a thunderstorm. Sadly, the make-up date fell on a time when I was out of town and I missed running with Chris.
Chris said it best, “One year ago today while sitting in the hospital with my son wondering if he was going to live, I made the decision to embark on a Life Changing Journey that would change me in so many ways…” When we shot together a couple of weeks ago he mentioned he has lost nearly 140 pounds.
Rik is a bit senior to Chris. When I say Rik is a bit senior to Chris, Rik is 54 years old. Not long ago, Rik told me, he too was once a big guy. As he put it, “My gut stuck out further than the stabilizer on my bow.”
“My ‘gut’ measurement was ~10.5″ bigger than it is now so while it may not have exceeded the 12 inch limit in any of the hunter classes it was close!” said Rik.
Rik changed his life style and began running and cycling. Where cycling is concerned he said, “ I started cycling as an adult on July 1, 2011. I was somewhere between 90-100 lbs. heavier than I am now.”
Rik is a former ASA State Archery Champion who recently took 3rd place the Philadelphia Cycling Time Trial and 1st Place in the Church Creek 40K Time Trial in Maryland. For that victory, Rik pedaled his bike at over 25 mph for 40K (24.8 miles). From experience I know that is not easy!
Among his other accomplishments outside of archery are: 2013 Hagerstown Sprint duathlon (2 mile run, 10 mile bike, 5k run) – 1:08:41 , 2013 Marine Corp Marathon 4:49, 2013 and 3rd place WV State Time Trial
Rik is no slacker in archery. His accomplishments in archery include: 2006 PA I.B.O AHC State Champion, 2007 MD I.B.O AHC State Champion, 2007 Mid Atlantic Championship (MD, VA, NC) AHC Champion, 2007/2008 WV ASA Bow Novice State Champion, 2007 PA I.B.O AHC – 2nd place and 2007 Delaware I.B.O AHC – 2nd place.
What is inspiring about Rik and Chris, avid archers, is they’ve added another level of fitness to there lifestyle and are excelling. Each has benefited. They are examples of what can be done in sports and fitness without giving up one you love – archery.
As Chris likes to quote, “Change happens when the pain of staying the same is greater than the pain of change.” ~unknown author (Said by ShayCarl)
Each year my wife’s family, the Gastins, gathers for the 4th of July at Clark Hill Reservoir, near Tignall, GA. They put on a major fireworks display. This year’s was the best.
Many people celebrate the 4th with a few fireworks. Cities and towns put on elaborate fireworks displays and draw large crowds. The Gastin Family is somewhere in the middle. Their fireworks match that of a small town and aren’t as large as those exploding over major cities. The crowd that watches comes by boat, observes from their docks or sits on the shore of the lake. This display is up close and personal.
Boats filled with beer infused spectators began arriving between 10 and 15 minutes before the unannounced start of the show. The Gastin Family has been doing this so long it is a tradition and people along the lake either know from experience or have a Redneck’s Sixth Sense and can feel when the explosions are about to begin.
The fireworks are launched from the upper level of a two-story floating dock. As soon as it became dark we loaded a pontoon boat with seven adults and three kids (it is a big boat – 28 feet) and cruised out to view from the water. We were greeted by 7 pontoons, a few ski boats, a bass boat, several Jet Ski’s, a kayaker, Carolina Skiffs and a couple in a canoe.
The show runs about 90 minutes and there were cheers, boat horns blasting, clapping and whistling from a satisfied crowd. The grand finale was the biggest and best ever. When the smoke cleared the crowd gave a final round of approvals and dispersed. The boys on the upper deck piled the debris and everyone headed home.
Home for us was a rental house, the Gastin Lake House was too crowded so my wife, daughters, son-in-laws, their 3 children and our three dogs found secondary arrangements. The total crew for the Gastin 2014 Fourth of July was 20 people and seven dogs. The second house was a smart move.
At our rental, sometime after midnight, we were awakened by a call from the “Lake House”. It was reported that the dock had burned but they’d saved the pontoon, Jet Ski, bass boat and the Carolina Skiff.
What had happened was this: Shortly before midnight there were fireworks reporting from somewhere near the dock. Apparently, someone had piled unexploded munitions on smoldering debris. No one on the fireworks detail had thought to check the debris or wet it down with the hose on the dock. Thinking the report was a neighbor’s limited fireworks no one investigated.
Fortunately, the neighbors investigated and discovered the Gastin dock was on fire. One man ran to the Lake House to let the half asleep Gastins know their dock was ablaze.
Reacting to the emergency, Shirley, my sister-in-law, called 911 for the fire department while the local residence and my brothers-in-law ran to the dock to fight the fire. They’d decided not to awaken Ray, my father-in-law and patriarch, needlessly fearing the excitement would be too much for the 86 year old. In retrospect Ray said, “My family decided not to tell me my dock was going to burn down.”
While on the scene of the fire, everyone having vacated the house except a sleeping Ray; the fire department called and woke Ray. They needed more information to find the Lake House. Ray had no idea to what they were referring. Fire department dispatch said, “Your wife (Shirley) called and your dock is on fire” Ray, puzzled replied, “My wife is dead and my dock is not on fire.” Then, he hung up the phone and went back to bed.
Meanwhile, on the dock, the fire was being handled. A local, barefoot amateur firefighter paused in the action to say to my brother-in-law, “Y’all sure do put on a good firework show.” Then, he returned his attention to the problem at hand.
The blaze was contained. The professional firefighters did arrive, post-inferno, and added a stir to the char with a broken hoe handle someone had found. With that stir and a nod they departed for greater glory elsewhere.
In the light of July 5th, the damage was assessed at about 18 – 20 dock boards burnt. The repairs wouldn’t be difficult thanks to fast acting neighbors. How they sensed the fire, seems to me, is part of that Redneck’s Sixth Sense. If there are going to be explosions or fires – we know. The 4th of July 2014 is now in the record book as the best ever.
The Elijah Clark State Park near Lincolnton, GA has an archery range. We have a range of our own in Tignal, but I was curious to see what they offered at the State Park. I took a drive over with my archery gear to take a look.
Twenty-five years ago we rented cabins at the Elijah Clark State Park for vacations. We upgraded, buying our own small house that we used often enough to offset the cost of the purchase versus a rental. Those were the days when I shot a recurve and practiced on bales of hay. I didn’t know there’d ever been a range at the park.
At the park gate I spoke with the ranger on duty. He was a helpful talkative fellow that let me pass at no charge since I’d only be able to see the range. He explained the range was a small area where the rangers teach people basics of archery. It was not a place for a compound bow.
The drive through the park reminded me of all the swimming, cycling and running I’d done at Clark Hill. River, my dog, and I had run early in the day. The daily temperature here has been near 100°F so running early in best. ‘Early’ means getting to chase deer on the trails. We never catch them, but it is fun for a second. Before I head back to North Carolina I’ll try to get a quick bike ride through the park.
There’d be no archery practice at the park so, passing our old ‘Lake House,’ I headed back to Tignal. We’ve set up a nice range and can shoot up to 70 yards or more if we want. For this day my practice would be limited to 40 yards.
We set the block target against a mound of dirt. The block is positioned at the foot of the mound or on a board resting at the top. There aren’t any 3D targets here. Actually, if I had any I’d move them to our hunting property (679 acres) and set up a proper course. Still, paper targets on block targets are fun.
It was nice to see Elijah Clark State Park and a bit nostalgic. The days when we rented a cabin for family vacation are behind us, but the great memories remain.
Brenda, my wife, and I drove to Georgia for a 4th of July family vacation. While in Georgia I’d get an opportunity to practice archery on hills, something I get little of living on coastal North Carolina and the Eastern Shore of Maryland.
Bart Shortall, an ex-professional archer, owner of X-Fire Strings, and part-time archery coach, urged me to do two things when I practice while on the road. First, he said to shoot a lot from 33 – 37 yards, second to shoot on hills. Both of his recommendations are to help me prepare for the IBO World Champions coming in August.
In Georgia, I’d get hills. Within a couple of hours of our arrival I’d set-up a target on the driveway, a distance of 26 yards, and uphill. Twenty-six yards was all the space I could free for the moment. It was late in the day following an eight-hour drive; as such, 26-yards would be fine. I got about an hour of practice completed before a thunderstorm drove me indoors.
Later, I’d move to more open land and greater distance for practice. Here, there is plenty of open land, forest and nearby the Elijah Clark State Park archery range. There are also a lot of – hills.
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