Busted Plans

You know the quote about “best laid plans of mice and men,” well my plan was soon to be unexpectedly diverted off course.

My plan was to begin outdoor training for the 2014 3D archery competition season. Winter at my home in Easton, MD had been rough and would not move on for spring. There had been too much snow, too much cold, and too much ice.  Accordingly, indoor archery practice became my genre of choice.  Avoiding the cold, I’d gotten pretty good at sizing up 20 yards. But, I needed to get outside and practice. My plan got busted.

At long last Easton had a day that was sunny and 60 degrees (it wouldn’t last long). I was getting outside to shoot while the getting was good. I loaded archery gear into my 2006 Ford F-150 and drove to the Tuckahoe Bowman’s outdoor range in Queen Anne, MD. Arriving at the entrance of the range, a locked gate barred my access. It was time to become flexible with my plan. Plan B was a trek to Schrader’s Outdoors and shoot on their marked field targets.

Schrader Outdoors in Henderson, MD

When I reached Schrader’s in Hendersonville, MD the parking lot was filled to near capacity.  Attached to their Club House was a large banner announcing something I couldn’t read from the far end of the parking lot.  In the lot, I noticed a parked pick-up truck with its tailgate down and on it a bow case and assumed someone else was there to practice.

Located beside the Club House, Schrader’s has several flat targets with marked yardage and a 3D range.  Until I had some yardage practice, I was sticking to flat targets at known distances (or so I’d planned).  Having to park a few hundred yards away from their Club House I hiked in to make my arrangements.

On the front lawn, more correctly the front gravel, of the Club House there were picnic tables covered with compound bows – I wondered what was going on here. The banner, previously seen from a distance, now close, revealed no clues, so I headed into the Club House.

Milling about in the Club House were a dozen or so archers. Noticing a gray haired, gray bearded bureaucrat in the crowd I asked him what was happening.  He explained Schrader’s was sponsoring a charity 3D archery event.  The charity was for the Delaware Premier Outdoors DPOA Kids program.

Totally unprepared for a 3D Tournament, I filled out an entry form, paid the entrance fee, ran back to my truck, grabbed my bow, pocketed an untested release, stuffed four arrows into a quiver and sprinted ad libitum into the woods.  I’d been teamed with several stoics, who’d previously arrived, to complete a shooting quartet.

In the woods, the first target was on the left.  Still catching my breath following the jog from my truck it became my turn to shoot.  A replicate coyote sat about 25 yards away from the first course stake. After taking my shot, I took my bearings.

One well worn coyote

On my right was the last of today’s targets; there were only 20 targets for this event.  The 20 targets were arranged in a large circle through the woods. Each target was staked and numbered. At the target 20 stake, which closed the 3D loop and adjacent to stake 1, there seemed to be a campsite. To be fair, it was a cluster of people and supplies resembling a roving campsite managed by four archers. In addition to the archers, were two spectators apparently along for the exhibition.

Their bivouac included portable chairs, two small coolers, extra clothing that hung off the chairs, umbrellas bracing seats, provisions were available and being enjoyed, and laying about was spare archery gear for emergency or supplemental use. People mingled, ate, drank, and chatted. Studying target 20 an archer was aiming, next he drew his arrow, then let down his arrow, verified the target through binoculars, re-aimed, re-drew, let down a second time, re-checked through his binoculars, while professorially addressing his colleagues between postures.  Following great and wondrous deliberation, this real life Sagittarius, naturally in the Open Class as indicated by the multiple stabilizers, assortment of unknown protuberances, and large scope on his bow, released his shot.  The arrow smacked the rubberized modeled animal, a large boar. In unison, as if choreographed, the group at stake 20 inspired then lifted and peered wide-eyed through their binoculars.  The assembly then lowered their optics, huddled and debated the shot. The team must have been conferring as to how best to approach the synthetic boar locked in place at number 20.

My group was poorly, even embarrassingly provisioned.  We had no chairs, no water bottles, no food, no coolers; we lacked extra garments, carried limited archery gear, only 3 – 4 arrows each, and no umbrella. We were at the mercy of the wooded wild. To worsen our situation, the composite attitude was every man for himself.

Among our collective, no one was interested in sharing strategy. Conversation was discouraged. We traveled light and fast.  Although we were socially awkward, we ranged effectively – silent, covert, almost like Ninja. We gathered no admiring spectators.  No one ever let a bow down. Never was there more than one quick glance though binoculars. We shot then ate up the distance between us and the encampments ahead, literally “playing through” two groups temporarily immobilized at numerically growing stakes on the course.

I don’t know is any our meagerly supplied and silent group placed well in the event.  However, if there had been a prize for fastest time through the maze of mock animals, we’d have certainly been among the victors.

Upon completion of the event I’d only shot 20 arrows.  This was far less than I’d planned for the day.  I’d also not planned to shoot 3D targets much less actually compete in a tournament, at least until I’d practiced at varying distances.  Still, the event wasn’t too bad.  I had entered the course with four arrows and existed with the same four arrows. My worst shot had been a 5.  Sorrowfully, we don’t have Mulligan’s in archery.

The day had been a tease of spring. It would soon snow, again. My morning practice plan had been completely busted. The result was an unanticipated, aerobically challenging, short 20 targets, sprint 3D event. Sometimes, plans change. Sometimes, in archery and life, we end up unexpectedly putting it on line. Often times when plans get busted there is a silver lining. And eventually spring will come, along with its outdoor 3D tournaments.







Shore Sportsman Update

 Shore Sportsman

Shore Sportsman, Easton, Maryland

The guys at Shore Sportsmen are replacing their store’s carpeting.  They moved a lot of inventory to their attic storeroom.  As a result their upstairs archery range was closed yesterday.  The range is basically a target set back 17-yards against the far wall of their attic storeroom. Primarily, they use this to sight bows for customers. For other non-sales use there is a small fee to use the range.

For me, it is very convenient taking about 3 minutes to drive from home to Shore Sportsmen.  Jamie, the owner, said the attic range should ready for use today.  I am looking forward to getting back upstairs to shoot.

Indoor range at Shore Sportsman



Last Night At Cypress Creek




“Shoot well, David.”  Standing on the line to shoot, hearing the call from a friend behind me, I am already beginning to miss these archers.  I replied, “I’ll try not to shoot out the lights”, which sadly, was a distinct possibility.

Some friendships take time to cultivate. Other friendships are instantaneous.  This group was no different.  During the past six weeks, the social and athletic mixture of the 2014 Cypress Creek Archery Indoor League Competition evolved.  Friendships grew and so did archery skills.

On opening night, week one of the Tuesday Cypress Creek League Competition, I knew two people: Norman and Paul. I’d met them at a 3D shoot held by the Tuckahoe Bowman’s Club.  Aside from them, everyone was a stranger.  This first week, I imagined everyone except me would be flawless shooters.  That first night was quiet and intimidating. Paul and Norman must have recognized my discomfort, so they made covert conversational efforts to ease me into the group.  Afterwards, driving home, I’d remember only three names, including Paul and Norman.

By week three, social tension was almost nonexistent.  People still stressed over their skills as archers.  Over the past few weeks, John, one of the 300, 30X shooters had gone out of his way to make me feel at home.  Kurt, a flawless shooter, always greeted me and politely asked, “How’s it going?”

Week six, on the last night at Cypress Creek, events and relationships played out much differently than the first week of shooting. Lining up for perhaps the third end of arrows, Chris was shooting next to me. We hadn’t shot yet, but everyone was getting focused.  As Chris lifted his bow, someone, I didn’t see whom, approached him from behind (approaching a line of archers preparing to shoot from the front is simply not smart), and said, “Here take these peanuts back.  I had enough of them, I am sick of peanuts,” while stuffing a bag of peanuts into Chris’ right pant pocket.  Chris, standing on the line, bow in hand, arrow notched, said, “How can you be sick of peanuts? I love peanuts, any kind of peanut.  I can live off of peanuts.”  The peanut debate subsided and we shot.

Wesley, who had been shooting, showed up late and was not shooting that night.  “Wesley, why aren’t you shooting?” someone asked.  Another person, interrupted before Wesley could respond: “Didn’t you see Facebook?”

Wesley explained, “When I got home from shooting on Sunday, I put my bow, quiver and arrows on the bed.” He was pulling out his cell phone as he spoke, “here, let me show you why,” he said as he brought up a picture on his phone. The picture showed the remains of his arrows.  The fletching had been chewed off of every arrow.  Apparently, Wesley’s new puppy has a penchant for chewing fletching.    Everyone in the room and on the line overheard the conversation and there was sympathetic and good willed laughter.

Several minutes later, the waiting area and range were once again silent except for the releasing of arrows and the sound of arrows popping into targets.  As the firing lines rotate and archers focus, Paul floated a question.  Let me pause here to say Paul has one of those voices that carry.  The room and range were silent.  Paul’s unintentionally vociferous question, “ So Wes, are you looking for a new dog?”  On the line, several arrows were let down as laughter fills the room.  I didn’t catch Wesley’s wife view on the partially consumed fletching; Carlita was busy working to outshoot the guys.

For recording scores this sixth and last Tuesday night of league competition, I was paired with John.  On one hand, being paired with John was good because I knew he would be considerate of any malfeasance caused by one of my arrows.  On the other hand, it would be humbling because I knew I would have the immediate comparison of my score with his 300 and 30X-27X per end evening.  Our scores panned out pretty much as I predicted.

On this last night, Paul shot next to me and scored a 300. Clustered around me, Kurt, as usual, shot 300 and a 21X and Chris and Dave probably shot around 300. I cranked out a 294 with 10Xs (sadly, not my worst night).  Ultimately, John fired the last shot of competition while someone in the background whistled the tune to Jeopardy.  This league’s shooting is now closed until 2015. Time to pack up and head home.

While I was loading my equipment into the trunk of my car, Kurt came out to the parking lot and told me that I had to go back.  When I walked through the door, I saw Harry, who works at Cypress Creek Archery. He was standing behind his counter facing me. With a broad smile, he extended his hand toward me, a $50 dollar bill protruding from the end of it and said, “Congratulations, you got second.”

Before anyone thinks too highly of my second place, let me put it in perspective.  I shot in the Open Class – less shooters than the hunter class.  I showed up every week. Hence, I had the advantage of six weeks of combined scores. Others that didn’t shoot every week had fewer points to accumulate toward their total score.  I am not 100% certain of overall attendance and how it elevated me but it seems to have helped.  What I can say for certain is I will miss Tuesday nights and the good folks who competed in this league.








River strikes a pose

River has posed wearing medals I have earned in triathlon, running and cycling. It started for fun; I put one around River’s neck and took a picture of her.  Then, it became a game for her. Now, whenever she sees a new medal she sits in front of me and waits for me to put the medal around her neck. Then, she strikes pose while she is photographed.  Here she is with a medal I got in Virginia for archery. IMG_0758


What’s your average score as an archer?  Does this change with the changing of equipment?  How would you know?  Jackie Wilkinson is a 5 time British Field Archery Champion. In her book, Succeed in Sports, she describes her methods of tracking practice as an archer.  On May 9, 2013, Reo Wilde, a World Champion professional archer, (at Reowilde.com) describes his practice and how he prepares for indoor and outdoor tournaments. He also writes about how he uses “group tuning” to help his shooting.  What they have in common is a record of their training.

sports_cartoon112 In all sports, the top athletes, record, monitor and evaluate progress. Of course, training is not simply about keeping a tally of practice. Our practice has to translate to performance in competition. In Wilkinson’s book she provides an index of training methods for: golf, hammer throwing, running, tennis, and other training specific activities. How does an archer provide training advice for other sports? She points that some techniques for improvements crossover disciplines.

Training and preparing for any event can be enhanced with understanding goals and having a defined schedule for training.  For triathlon, I have used a sophisticated computer program that generates my daily work specific to the degree of exertion level, distances, and rest periods. It logs my workout and matches it to my plan.  In the 1970’s, as a competitive cyclist, we used paper logs and were coached through the process.  In archery, relying on decades of training program experience, I have created a structured program for practice.

This program uses an Excel spreadsheet to record, equipment, poundage, release type, range, running averages, and other variables.  Some of the data can be graphically displayed.  These graphs provide information that becomes useful for periodization and problem solving.

While practicing at a range in NC a gentleman approached me to brag that he shot 30 arrows a day in his back yard. He added he’d been shooting for 20 years.  Watching him it was clear he could shoot.  But, even with my inexperience, I could see he had room for improvement based on his groups.  I doubted his training was more than shooting 30 arrows a day.  And with those shots I expect he made no measure of this level of proficiency or technique. Recording and storing your data is not time consuming.  By creating a simple log, establishing goals, then measuring and analyzing your performance, you take the guesswork out of Putting it on the Line.



League Week 5

“If you do this long enough, it is going to happen again” consoled John, one of the shooters at our league competition, referring to my misfire.  The misfire, my very last shot of a disappointing night.

I began the night aiming for a score of 300; on my second shot I hit blue.* Three hundred was not going to happen. As I prepared for my last shot of the evening the best I could score would be 294.  The very last arrow was notched.  Raising my arms, drawing back, eyes on the target, milliseconds from anchoring, my arrow flew away.  My final end, X, X, X, 9, 0.

There is no concealing a shot that misses in such roguish glory. My arrow, at the end of my lane, defiantly smacking into the backstop feet above the mark.  There is nothing to add, no worthy excuse, this is not a near miss.  This is that shot that had it flown into lights knocking them out could not have been less noticed.  No one on the line or in the room missed the miss. When you put it on the line, there is nowhere to hide.

Next week, don’t focus on the score, focus on the shot.


Range at Cypress Creek Archery
Range at Cypress Creek Archery

* Using the NFAA 5-spot target. This league adjusts the scoring to expedite the evening. White = 10, blue = 9.  Six ends rather than 12.



Pennsylvania State Indoor Archery Championships


Crowfoot Rod and Gun, setting up targets
Crowfoot Rod and Gun, setting up targets.

On March 1st, Pennsylvania held, in part, its Indoor State Championship (FITA). I found the event on the USA Archery website and signed up.  I considered the location a stroke of luck because I had lived in the small town of Murrysville, where the tournament was held in, 10 years earlier.

My family and I had lived on Scenic Drive in Murrysville for four years and had come to love the special type of people that Pittsburgh cultivates.  The people of are warm, welcoming, and can repair anything from a hot water heater to a fuel injector with whatever they have on hand, an industrious group.  The crowd at the competition proved no different.  The tournament was held at Crowfoot Rod & Gun Club 2.39 miles from my former home.  What is more the Club, on Crowfoot Road, lays on one of the cycling training circuits I’d ridden hundreds of times.  The road was part of the Murrysville Classic Bicycle Race in which I’d competed as a cyclist.   The range is 1.42 miles from two of our dearest friends, Chuck and Glori. Chuck, a physician, teacher and bona fide genius, was my cycling training partner and research colleague.  During the trip, I got to visit my daughter, son-in-law, grandchildren and good friends.  It was a great couple of days.  Visiting friends and family while shooting in an archery tournament is hard to beat.

Murrysville has expanded since we lived there.  Still, the roads with their climbs called out for a bike.  Murrysville has some of the best training roads for cycling I have ever encountered.  These roads wind along some of the most amazing scenery in Pennsylvania. On long training rides I stop, call home, and tell Brenda, my wife,  she has to drive out and look over the view. This trip, however, I was in Murrysville for another reason.

The archery range was wide, well illuminated, and had ample room for spectators. Typically, the folks in and around Pittsburgh are extremely open friendly.  Before I had left I had new friends, Terry, Steve and Chris.  Terry, a seventy plus year old who had been practicing archery for over 60 years.  Steve and Chris are a father and son enjoying a boys day out at the range.  Within a few ends I felt as if I’d known them for years. The officials were funny, friendly, all smiles and made me very comfortable. That day, I shot a personal best.  All together a great experience with one exception; I left my quiver at the range. I didn’t even know I’d forgotten it until, on Sunday, I got a call from one of the officials informing me and offering to ship it to me.  Archery Lesson 2:  Remember everything you bring to the range and don’t leave it there.

Virginia Indoor Championships

VA Indoor State Championship Range

Elevation versus windage are two dials not to physically reverse.  In other words, don’t mistakenly dial windage when you intend to dial elevation.  This was a lesson I learned first hand.

The Virginia Indoor Championships was one of my early attempts at serious competitive tournaments, and, needless to say, my nerves were in full swing.  After our short warm up prior to the event I needed to move my elevation up a tad.  Recently training at 17 yards and now needing to adjust my elevation to shoot at 20 yards.  Clicking away, the needle pointing at the elevation scale on the sight was not moving.  It became all to obvious, I had been dialing away at my windage.  The warm-up was now history.  The next shots were for scores.  It is at this point, I thought to myself: Oh crap, Oh crap, Oh crap! The  tournament became a test of how many arrows it was going to take to bring my Axcel Achieve CX sight back to the center of the target.  It took about 18 arrows.  Lots of 5, 6, 7 and 8 scores as my arrows moved from the left of center back to center.  My second 30 arrows where significantly better than the first 30 arrows.  Archery lesson #1: windage and elevation not  interchangeable

League competition

Tonight we shoot at Cypress Creek Archery.   This is the third week of an indoor league.  Last week, 295 and ten X’s. Shot with my ZXT (for the first time in competition).  My Apex 7 was getting a new XFire String on March 11th.

On this night, John S shot a 300 with 29 X’s.  Impressive shooting.  His was not the only 300, however with 29 X’s an impressive round of shooting.  I shot a 296 with 13 X’s.  The scoring is 10 for center (white) and 9 for blue on the target. In other competition  the scoring is 5 for a center (white) shot and 4 for a blue ring. In this league, the score is doubled and we shot 30 arrows rather than 60 for a maximum of 300 points. (30 times 10 = 300 instead of 60 times 5 =  300.  I include this for folks that don’t enjoy math.)