It takes a while to mow the field where I shoot here in Tignal. The field was being mowed when I headed out to practice. I ended up working on my short game.
This target is only 21 to 25 yards out depending on where I stand. The target was a rifle target – these are often more easily found at sporting good shops. The center ring and the Xs are a lot smaller than a standard 5-spot.
One advantage to shooting short shots is it takes less time to fire 70 to 100 arrows. Walking 42 yards round trip is faster than making a 160-yard round trip trek. But, long shots are so cool.
After around 90 minutes I stopped shooting. I’ll get the long shots in when I come back from mountain bike riding.
It’s 97°F, that’s hot. It was hot when I practiced this morning, not yet 97, but close. It’s going to still be hot when I shot again after I finish this post. Typically, I write these posts at night. Today, I’m typing a little earlier to share what happened during the morning practice.
The target I’m shooting sits in a chair in a small dip. Without the chair the target can’t be seen once the distance reaches 43 yards. The ground isn’t level and there’s a hump that makes the target invisible when you start adding yardage if its not on the chair.
There still isn’t a lot of variance in the topography. To make shots have more of a slope I stand on trailers used to haul tractors.
While standing on one of these flat bed trailers I heard a buzzing sound. I looked down and there was a humming bird searching the nocks on my arrows for nectar. I’ve seen some unusual things outside but that was a first. This little bird was putting its beak into the each nock on the hunt for sweetness. Sadly, it was disappointed and flew off.
Back to the heat: Brenda just informed me it is 107 with the heat index. Yep, this afternoon is going to be toasty.
Well, it is hot in Georgia. The past few days have been in the mid-90’s. Tomorrow we’ll be shooting outside in Madison and it promises to be a scorcher.
The start time for the competition on Saturday is 2:30 PM. After naptime, which is good and reaching peak thermal exposure.
On Saturday we’ll be shooting 72 arrows from 50 meters. I’ve been practicing here on a field. I can get a clear shot out to 80 yards. I limited practice to 70 yards and focused on 60 yards. It’s a little further than the distances for Saturday and the USA Outdoor Nationals. My hope is that by practicing a more difficult shot maybe 50 meters will feel easier.
The other factor I’m practicing in is the weather. Both upcoming events will be hot and there is no doubt practice has been hot.
This past weekend we celebrated Memorial Day with friends in Cambridge, Maryland. We didn’t take the Winnebago; instead we rented a small cottage on Hudson Creek near Cambridge. We spent the days on the Choptank River.
Brenda’s friends in attendance were mostly associated with education. She was a teacher in Easton, Maryland before she retired. The guys I hung out with were a mix of athletes, businessmen, and medical professionals. The conversation was something I miss at times living so remotely here in North Carolina.
This was also the weekend for the Cambridge Powerboat Races held on the Choptank. These races have been going on for over 100 years. On Saturday, along with our good friends, the Brohawns, on their Boston Whaler, were able to anchor just outside the caution buoys for the races and watch. Seeing boats race at speeds of 100 mph or more is pretty awesome. The fastest I’ve gone on water is 71 mph. It would be pretty cool to add 29 mph more to that 71 mph.
Naturally, we stopped at Great Marsh Park where the EagleMan Ironman 70.3 race starts and finishes. It’s a really hard race. The current in the swim is always against you, the ride is always windy and the run is always hot. We lived just down the road from the start, so despite the hideous conditions it was always on the list of events for a year.
Many of the guys at our weekend gathering wanted to know if I was doing any more triathlons or other racing. They know that I am now focused on archery. I explained that I have three triathlons on my calendar for 2016. We also discussed the fitness of other archers; some of them have read my posts here and are aware that archers aren’t the most physically fit athletes.
Looking at those friends, you would not mistake them for being out of shape. Despite them not doing triathlons they are still very active.
Among them are two serious runners. Brad who now lives in New Jersey and is a marathoner and Jimmy who lives in Cambridge and remains a speed demon when it comes to running and is now a running coach. Joe, is a competitive sailor (he was that before he became a triathlete) and aside from staying physically fit he races and wins with a J30. David B, still rides and runs, but has returned to his sporting roots in tennis. Fred is a long distance cyclist and kayaker. Alan, a physician, has worn out a hip and is having that fixed in a few weeks. He’s already planning post-surgery events. These aren’t all the guys, just a few of them.
I missed seeing Tim. There wasn’t enough time. Tim’s a former triathlete and active shooter (not archery). He’s taught me a lot about shooting that I’ve related to archery.
But, here is what I found very interesting – there were zero war stories during the entire weekend. None, not one of these athletes talked about their “glory” days. That was entirely refreshing. It really becomes tiresome listening to someone talk about how good they once were and I hear it all the time. It’s much more fun to hear about current adventures.
I am happy to hear about what someone did last week. Or listen to an interesting tale about some event or tournament. But, those sagas of past greatness and glory – please.
For the most part, my friends in Maryland are not young men. The mean age is 60. They are all very active. I’d guess their mean body fat % in this group was about 9%. These guys remain extremely fit even if triathlon isn’t the number one sport on their minds. They did take a poke at archers.
They talked a bit about archers who can’t walk from stake to stake without becoming winded or needing to sit down and “catch their breath” before they can shoot. I’ve witnessed walking fatigue in the men’s open, bow hunter, and in the men’s pro hunter classes. I’ve even seen physical exhaustion when an archer couldn’t walk back and forth at 18 meters without a break because of her size.
Here’s an example of archer’s a take on fitness:
“…wondering if the ASA is ever going to take into consideration the distances the senior class shooters have to walk to shoot? ………. I really enjoy shooting the events, but [it] seems to me that the senior class ranges are getting to far for me to walk to shoot. …… I love shooting the ASA events, but please take into consideration the walk distances for the senior folks.”
Granted, health issues can develop that might impact walking. However, the predominate health issue I’ve noticed is obesity in archery.
The guys in Maryland suggested I write a little more about fitness for archers. Believe me, they aren’t fanatics when it comes to fitness. They are pretty normal guys who enjoy sports. With one exception, me, they all still work at their normal jobs. Yet, they all find time for sports.
Archery, like all sports, takes a lot of time if you want to be good. Being fit doesn’t take all that much time. If you are out of shape, you can probably find at least 30 minute a day to begin a program to improve your health. You could probably even find an hour. And you can do this without impacting your archery. One easy place to gain time is to take some time away from television. There’s nothing worth watching anyway.
It was wonderful to spend time with friends. I even thought about buying another home in Cambridge this past weekend. But, then, I can just pull the Winnebago there and spend as much time as I want while saving the cash.
Last night the wind had picked up, again. This morning trees were bowing to the wind’s force. This was the morning to practice archery indoors.
I’d planned to shoot inside on Thursday. Plans can be amended so I headed into Elizabeth City to practice. On the range I ran into Charlie. He’s a retired Naval Officer that settled here on the coast of North Carolina.
Charlie is a local JOAD Coach and has been involved with archery for decades. We exchanged our “How ya been” and shot side by side for about an hour. Charlie is not a 3D archer having never tried shooting a foam animal. He has, however, a wealth of information and experience at shooting everything else.
Charlie is a member of archery / gun club in Chesapeake and invited me to come shoot their field tournaments beginning in May. These are on Sunday where the 3D shoots I compete in around North Carolina are on Saturday. Looks like this will work out just fine except on those weekends I’m racing or shooting out of the region.
As far as racing goes, getting into race form is progressing. Today’s training plan called for cycling. Of course, there was the wind.
Cycling in heavy wind it is a good idea to go out into the headwind. That’s exactly what I did today. I, also, wanted to start training on my racing bike used for triathlons. Most of the time I train on a less expensive machine. With a race next week it was time to get a feel for the bike I’d not be on in about a year.
Let me say, I hammered it into a headwind. I mean I went really hard. Tucked in an aero position, pumping my legs, and pulling for every breath, I ended up with a little vomit in the back of my throat a time or two. I hate those little regurgitations. Yes, I’d eaten a decent lunch, finished it two and a half hours before the ride. Seemed like ample time for the food to have cleared my stomach. Another error in judgment.
If you’d ever ridden a bike in an aero position, gone really hard for a long enough time, you more than likely understand that little urp experience. If you haven’t – no great loss.
Now, off to the 3D range, where I hope the trees can help block some of the wind. Another bright note – there is no vomiting from exertion in archery.
Riding a bike on the east coast of North Carolina there is always wind. But, the roads are always flat. For the past few weeks we’ve been in northeast Georgia. The roads aren’t flat; there are constant rolling hills plus wind.
The scenery is really wonderful. It’s nice where we live in New Hope, near Hertford, NC, as well. But, it is sure good to ride in my home state.
To me, Georgia represents a lot of good things about the South. Yes, North Carolina is certainly a Southern State. There is, however, a difference. It’s like growing up in Savannah. You live there year round. When you are out of school for the summer your parents send to you Atlanta to spend time with your cousins. It’s nice, they’re family, but it is difference. That’s sort of what it’s like living in North Carolina and being from Georgia.
When we lived in Maryland, well that like visiting your crazy cousins. It was good, but crazy.
I received an email from my friend, Carl who lives in Virginia. He is also a neighbor here in North Carolina. I asked for his permission to share this and he agreed.
David, I want to share an archery story.
My son Mike and I were going to hunt Thanksgiving morning in Suffolk (about 20 minutes from home). I called Mike at 4:30 A.M. to let him know I was on my way to meet him and he then told me he wasn’t able to go.
Someone had gone through his truck the evening before or early morning and stolen his bow. His bow which he loved (Diamond Marquis) #70 lb. left hand. QAD rest, HHR single pin, Alpine archery quiver and Gold tip arrows, wrist release – all gone. As you know the accessories actually cost as much as the bow. He was devastated.
We took his old #60 Parker, found an old rest, quickie quiver, and fixed sight; I had a few old arrows. He tied in a peep I had in my archery box. He tried it out about 6:30 in his back yard at 20 yards on Thanksgiving evening.
We hunted on Friday and he killed a doe with it. He doesn’t miss very often anyway. Crisis averted except he was still going to have to buy a new bow for his elk archery hunt to Colorado in August. Now back to the stolen bow.
Mike of course checked pawnshops etc. around the area and nothing showed up. In the meantime he posted on face book about what happened and he had an outpouring of offers from friends and strangers to lend or give him a bow if he needed it. In his word, he was humbled.
In the meantime I looked at craigslist time again just in case.
On January 2, l looked and to my surprise I saw a bow that looked like Mike’s. It was left handed – (we could tell by the picture,-not a lot of those around) and it was listed as- Diamond Bow by bowtech.
We reported it to the police, nothing happened; it was still listed a week later. I wrote an email to the police chief and within 24 hours the bow was recovered less the arrows and release.
The guy who had it lived less than a ½ mile away from Mike. He wasn’t very bright either. The police just did a search of his phone number, got his address (he also had a police record for theft). Went to his home and said we are here for the bow. Mike just had to identify it.
A happy ending, other than having to buy a new bowstring.
(A late addition from Carl “….. a kind string maker in Maryland is making a new string at no charge.”)
We’ve got a bit of winter bothering outdoor archery practice here in eastern North Carolina. Along the coast it’s not a bad as in the western mountains of the state. Still, it has been too cold and windy to shoot outside. The weather hasn’t had a negative impact on running, in fact, it has been great. River and her friend Coco, as always, have a blast while running with me. I have as much watching them as they seem to have with each other.
River and Coco turn every run into a game. There’s a lesson in their pleasure.
Shooting in breezy cold conditions can be frustrating. The temperature warmed from a high of 29°F to 51°F yesterday. Today it will again be in the 50’s and tomorrow we may hit the low 60’s. But, with that warmth we are expecting rain.
The weather sent me into Elizabeth City, NC to practice on an indoor range. I try to shoot inside about once a week. Indoor lighting is very different compared natural light so I head inside to stay accustom to the dissimilarity. Usually, I’m there by 10:00 AM and have the range to myself. This week, on both occasions, I ended up shooting inside at around 2:30 PM. On those occasions, I was not alone on the range. Two small groups were already hard at practice. A set of sisters, monitored by their Mom and a young fellow with his Dad.
This week during both of my indoor sessions on the range there was Mom overseeing her two daughters’ practice. I asked them how was it that they weren’t in school. Mom replied her children were home schooled. Part of their educational activities included physical education. Encompassed in that course is 1 hour of archery practice every school day.
The oldest of the two girls, probably 13 or 14 was a terrific archer. Shooting a Vegas style 3-spot she rarely hit anything lower than a 9. The younger child, maybe 9 or 10, was less accomplished but clearly on her way to catching her older sister.
On the second day of indoor shooting another family was at the range, a father and son. Where the girls were shooting “beginner bows” the Dad and his 14ish year old son had the most expensive gear. Dad told me he’d gotten a deal on the bows. I got the whole story of their equipment acquisition, along with more information and talk than I needed or wanted.
Dad knew equipment; well Dad proclaimed he knew a lot about equipment. The father – son duo, singularly were geared with tackle that exceeded the cost of mine and the girls combined.
Dad asked me how I liked my bow and I replied, “It seems fine.” He explained how he’d, “Looked at that bow but decided against it.” From there he offered an oral dissertation of what made my bow inferior. Dad further complained that one of the world’s top archers had recently announced he’d switched from his famous brand to my inferior brand bow. Dad further doubted that the world-renowned ace archer had in fact simply picked up the new inferior bow and shot a perfect 300. Personally, if the pro was shooting a 5-spot, my guess he is had shot a 300.
Despite the substandard equipment of the other archers on the range, if I’d had to place a bet on who’d score over the others, minus me, my money would have been on the older home schooled young lady. She was clearly a better archer despite her $200.00 bow and discount arrows.
There was a major difference between the two middle schoolers. The boy, a pretty good shot, was decked out and looked like a professional. Lancaster Archery towel adorned quiver on this waist, expensive $25.00 arrows, $1600.00 bow, cap and shooting glasses. Aside him Dad was coaching him between shots. The boy would shoot, they’d hike to the target, take out a pen, mark the shots, record the count, and discuss.
The older young girl, Wal-Mart arrows (3) supported by the range’s PVC holder, no cap, long-sleeved t-shirt displaying an ad for some band, holding an inexpensive bow and conducting an on-going dialogue with her sister. The subject ‘not-archery’ was some heated debate that volleyed back and forth with too much speed and fury for me to follow. Somewhere during the deliberation the youngest sister got the hiccups and now the argument became a game of some sort – judging from the giggles. Mom sat reading the paper oblivious to her students’ verbal battle.
Aside from the vocal differences of the pairs, the equipment variances, and the boy’s ‘correct-look’ what I observed was the girls playing, having fun. The boy didn’t appear to be having as much fun. He seemed to be working hard to present a ‘look’ while the girls had fun shooting. He seemed very serious if not a bit cocky.
Part of any sport is the pleasure derived from playing. The girls weren’t stressed. They really didn’t seem to have a care and they both shot really well. The older, as I mentioned was better, the younger not far behind. The young boy, determined and serious, seemed to be working toward projecting an image and perhaps missing the point. Or maybe his real target was on the opposite side of the range wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt. He appeared to be missing on that goal as well.
When it was time for me to leave I pulled my target in order to put it in the trash. I headed back to the bench where I’d left my coat. I’d laid my paper 3-spot on the bench. Dad came over to once again ensure I realized that my bow was inferior in every aspect of archery. I’d had a pretty good day of practice. While Dad was lecturing me I picked up my target and rather than crumble it I folded it, hoping Dad would notice all three centers were missing. I doubt he noticed and if he did he made no comment that might interrupt his criticism of the bow that so offended him.
Like running the most fun and best results seem to come when we simply enjoy what we’re doing and not worry too much about the outcome. Something River and Coco try to teach me everyday.
The past several days have been busy. We’ve been putting away Christmas decorations, getting the house back in order, running, shooting and cycling. But, on Sunday it means football in the afternoon and evening. I really enjoy football so adjustments are necessary.
I played football from little league through high school. I was a starter at a large high school, H. V. Jenkins in Savannah, GA. I even spoke with a few college scouts in my junior year. The growth spurt that might have gotten me a scholarship never happened. To make matters worse during the summer between my junior and senior year of high school I spent it training for and competing in for long distance bicycle races. I actually lost about 15 pounds before the cycling season ended. I remember one scout looking at me and asking me if I’d be ill. In the long haul I got a lot more from cycling than I’d have gotten out of football, but I never stop loving the game. Many of my friends earned college scholarships and a few ended up playing pro-football. For the majority, physcial
participation in football ended after high school.
For most of my former teammates, all sports ended after high school. A few stayed active but by far not the majority. Even the few guys that played pro had short careers – a common theme for pro-football players.
On Sunday none of it matters. Sunday means watching games. I get my training done early so I can relax and watch the televised action on the gridiron. This past Sunday was the final week of the regular season. Still, there were some important games as they related to the playoffs. For example, a Steelers win and a Jets loss put Pittsburgh into the Wild Card spot. I kept my fingers crossed as I watched the Steelers win over the Browns and the Jets lose to the Bills.
We also watched the Redskins beat the Cowboys and waited in anticipation for the outcome of the Vikings – Packers game to see who would end up playing Washington.
The local paper had picked the Packers to win. I doubted that would happen even though I like the Packers. The problem with the Packers, the left side of the offensive line was totally devastated. I just didn’t see how Rodgers and the Packers could compensate for that weakness. In the end the Packers lost to the Viking and are headed to Landover, Maryland to meet the Redskins next week.
In preparing for the games, I did an early 3-mile run, got in about 80 arrows worth of archery practice and cranked out twenty – five miles in a big gear on my Computrainer. I napped off and on during the 1 PM game, only in the 1st half. Afterwards, I was wide-awake. Then came the TV commercial hellhole.
It was the first quarter of the Vikings – Packers game, Minnesota had been moving the ball. On third down, Green Bay stopped them. Commercial break. Back from what seemed an awfully long run of commercials the Packers had the ball. What happened? I didn’t see a punt. Oh, the score was Vikings 3, Packers 0. I guess I missed a field goal. Perhaps, I’d not been paying attention.
Or, did a field goal just get preempted for commercials? No way, I must have missed it. Maybe I’d had a small stroke.
Now, the Packers have the ball. They’re moving down the field. It’s 3rd down and they don’t convert. Commercial break. The game finally returns after I’ve been encouraged to drink beer, buy a new car and a truck, get a new cell phone, take Viagra, get a new laptop, change my cable plan, and treat diabetes with a new drug. (I don’t have diabetes.) Following the encouragement to spend more money, the game returns – tied, 3 to 3. What?! Obviously another field goal this time for the Packers.
The commercials were absolutely unbearable. My wife, who also enjoys football and I became fed up. It felt like we were watching 10 minutes of commercials for every 5 minutes of football. I love football but there is a point where I can wait for the results. In the second quarter of the Vikings – Packers game, we threw in our terrible towels and changed to Netflix.