I was ready to practice this morning. I was shooting outdoors at 18-meters. The was little wind. The light was perfect.
I lined up for the first warm-up shot. I went through my mental process. I drew back an arrow. I put the dot in the middle and it was holding steady.
The hinge released and I felt a perfect follow through.
My ear told me milliseconds before my eyes confirmed it. I heard the arrow sailing away. Not a poor shot. The shot was great. But, I knew I’d never find that arrow.
The last arrow I shot the evening before was at a target 85-yards away. The first shot of the morning 18-meters.
Not for the first time, I did everything except check the yardage on my sight. Opps.