Routine and Training are a good pair.

Routine is good for training and practice. Many of you focus on archery as your sole means of fitness training. You won’t get a lot of cardio using that approach. You may not want any cardio. Archery may be the only sport that you can find time to fit into your schedule. At least you’re out on a range walking about a mile a day.   Well, you’re probably not getting in a mile of walking. You may be coming close.

Cycling took me past the Mt. Carmel Church in Monroe, GA. Old churches have a lot of character.

It is good to have a routine for your training. In my routine I add running and cycling. If I cut out the running and riding I doubt I could get much more archery practice completed. I shoot several hours a day and physically that’s all I can handle.

This turkey os positioned so it can be targeted from three interesting aspects.

For instance, yesterday I shoot 90 arrows in the morning. Thirty at 60 yards, thirty at 50 yards and thirty at 40 yards. That took an hour and forty-five minutes. During the afternoon I fired off another 60 arrows on the 3D range. I didn’t shoot at all my foam animals. Instead, I worked yardages and difficult shots.

This angle on a mountain lion means you have to shoot straight. The trees are tight enough so that a range finder is worthless.

By difficult I mean interesting. All shots are the same when it comes to difficulty. The interesting part was the complexity of judging yardage. Although I practice 3D often I have not competed in a 3D tournament since last summer. Soon I will compete in 3D and judging yardage is my greatest weakness.

Other than that I did run and ride my bike. Running is an early morning activity whereas I ride in the afternoon between 1 PM and 3 PM. The goal is to have a routine so that I can create training plans to fit a schedule. It is getting close and next week I’ll have specific training plans that agree with out recent move back to Georgia.

Routine and training don’t mean doing exactly the same thing over and over.  Although, being able to do the same thing over and over is a requirement for archery. More about this later.

Good Days

These are good days. They begin with a trail run with River, my Lab. That is followed by target archery practice. Then, some chores and errands are wrapped up. The outdoor activities finishing with a bike ride and time on the 3D range.

On a bike out in Walton County, GA.

River is with me most of the time. She stayed home while Brenda, my wife, and I ran errands. River, also can’t come along on a bike ride. But, she’s back with me while we’re on the 3D range.

The morning trail run is so much nicer here in Georgia than it was in North Carolina. The trails are more interesting. In North Carolina, we lived on the coast, everything was flat. Here, in Georgia, we have rolling hills that makes for an interesting run.

Last hill before heading home.

The highlight here is cycling. Again, North Carolina was flat. Here there are rolling hills. There is a bonus of very little traffic.

All in all not a bad way to get through a day.

A Little Bluegrass

Saturday morning I ran then practiced archery. There was a 3D tournament underway 25 minutes away from where I was practicing archery. But, that tournament was not part of the plan for Saturday.

The agenda for Saturday called for running and shooting. After that the menu of activities changed to music.

At Elijah Clark State Park near Lincolnton, Georgia the Adams Bluegrass, LLC was holding the 6th Annual Little Roy and Lizzy Music Festival. Brenda and I had tickets so the neighborhood 3D tournament was off the list of activities.

You might be surprised to learn that Bluegrass music is not country music. Bluegrass is American music that is a mix of Irish, Scottish and English tradition music with an Appalachia flare. Generally, the instrumentation used is the mandolin, fiddle, guitar, banjo and bass. “Newgrass” bands have expanded on the original instrumental combination.

When it comes to Bluegrass I like the traditional instrumentation best. Newgrass is fine and the gospel subset seems a bit too commercially opportunistic. By that, I think some groups switch to gospel in order to make money off a crowd that is Christian. For me, I have always had a problem with a business marketing its religious affiliations in order to grow its bottom-line. That style of marketing and exchange was not apparent at this Festival.

Little Roy pickin’

What was apparent was some real good banjo music. There was good fiddling, good bass, good guitar and good mandolin. But the banjo playing of Little Roy stood out. The only better banjo picking I heard came from is grandson.

One of Little Roy’s Grandsons

Brenda and I listened to music until the afternoon intermission prior to the evening performances. There was some for sure good string instrument picking. There were some old time country music songs played and I sat through those old tunes waiting for the next Bluegrass piece.  I’ll catch up on 3D shooting as the season progresses.

Local Sheriff Paul Revere.

Last Night on Little River

(Okay, to took a little liberty from John Irving with that title. Mr. Irving, I’d have asked but didn’t know how to contact you. For those that don’t know, Mr. Irving wrote a book titled, “Last Night in Twisted River.” He’s a real writer.)

We sold our home in North Carolina. It was only a vacation home. It became our permanent home a few years ago. We’d never intended it to be more than a place to get away, relax, and enjoy the water.

The location was great. The views, water, wildlife and tranquility were amazing. But, after a few years we learned it was a bit too isolated, too far from family and best as a vacation home.

We decided to move back to Georgia. We, also, knew that we wouldn’t keep the River House; it was simply too far away to enjoy. So we sold it.

On the last night at the Little River there was nearly a full moon. It was beautiful. There have been many nights with an astounding moon and planets to view, followed by amazing sunrises.

I’ll miss those views and the sounds of the water. But, moving back to Georgia was the right thing.

Missing the ASA Leupold/AAE Pro Am tournament

I am missing this year’s ASA Leupold/AAE Pro Am tournament. It is just down the road from where I live. I’m not going to make the drive. I will do my best not to dwell on the missed even

The miss is because we have a good friend that is visiting us over this weekend. It is also on of my grandson’s birthdays. There will be a party. I am really glad our friend is here and I’ll enjoy the birthday party. (There will be pizza)

Still, timing can be frustrating.

Each year I select tournaments to attend. I rank them A, B or C events based on the importance of the event and what I am focused on for a specific competition. The ASA Leupold/AAE Pro Am was a full bore big ‘A’ tournament.

Sometimes we make changes in our plans when if comes to friends and family. There will be other major events.

Rather than being on the range at Wild Wood this morning I was on my range here at home. There were no arrows zipping through the air, to pops of foam animals being smacked, and no cracking of spines when arrows fly wide of the mark and banged into a tree. Instead, if was a peaceful stroll with my dog during which I gave a few minutes thought to the happenings just down the road.

I am already thinking ahead to 2019.


Meet the Pros

Recently, I attended a “Meet the Pros” gathering at a local archery shop. There were a lot of Professional archers at the event. Sadly, I didn’t meet any of them.

One I already knew, have shot with him and been teamed with him. He’s good and ranked number one in the world in his class. We exchanged nods from a distance. Of the other Pros I only recognized two of them. Of those two, I knew the name of one because I could read it on his shirt. (I still don’t know who the other one is.)

I didn’t stay at the event long. I’d ordered Chinese take food at the restaurant next door and I was starving. I hung around as long as my stomach allowed.

The indoor range is packed with Pro archers and fans.

I was pleased that the shop had such a large turn out to meet the Pros. The Pros were there, sitting in a line behind a barricade of tables.

I felt awkward in approaching the tables, leaning over, and trying to initiate a conversation. I couldn’t bring myself to waltz the line in front of the seated Pros, extend a hand and say, “Hi, I’m David Lain. Who are you?” I suppose I could have read their names on their sublimated jerseys. Then, I could have said, “Hi, I’m David Lain, I see you are ‘Bo Anarrow’.”  From that social adventure I remained apart.

Rather than talk with the moated Pros I talked with the fans and spectators that were milling about the room. Whether or not the Professional archers might have been interesting conversationalist I don’t know. However, the fans and spectators where a pleasure and full of warm conversation.

Talking with friends, Gretchen and David, as well as others from around the community was the highlight of the evening for me.

For me, and perhaps had I hung around things might have been different, the event could have been “Hang Out with some Local Archers” and I’d have been happy.

Seems I Paid More Than I Might Have Needed

A couple of months ago, I decided it was time to purchase a target bow. I’d been shooting an Elite 35, a one size fits all bow when it comes to 3D, target, and hunting. What I felt like I needed was a longer axle-to-axle length for target competition.

There are a number of bows that fit the axle-to-axle requirements I thought I needed. There are three I was interested in trying and buying one of them. After my due diligence into the bows I labeled them A, B and C based on the order they’d finished in my review. The final decision would be based on price.

For me price is a major consideration. I am retired and live on a fixed income. I have a budget and that does allow for purchases like a new bow. Still, I am not going to spend money where I don’t need to spend money.

The ‘A’ bow was the second most expensive. The bow that was selected, a nice bow even if it is not the manufacturer’s top of the line, was chosen based on, among other things, price.

I am not a bow manufacturer’s “Pro” staff member. Being on someone’s “Pro” staff could mean a discounted or free bow. I’m a “Full Price” archer when it comes to bows. It turns out, I might not have had to have been a “Full Price” bow customer when it came to this recent acquisition. .

At a social event I ran into a friend that happens to be a bow manufacturer’s regional representative. He’s a very pleasant man that I’d met years before he was working for a bow company. During our conservation I mentioned I’d ended up selecting a new bow based on it meeting my specifications and price. It was not one of his company’s products (The ‘A’ bow). I added that the acquired bow has a twitch in that for me any slight bow arm error pulls my shots to the left. Not by much and certainly how insurmountable, it’s just an issue I’ve not had to the same degree with different bow.

To my surprise, he seemed surprised that I’d not mentioned I was considering his bow to the staff at the shop where I’d made my selection. He added he’d have gotten me the ‘A’ bow though the shop bow program. Indeed, I had mentioned the bow and shot a demo of the ‘A’ bow there at the shop where I made the eventual purchase. His bow was just to pricey.

Well, needless to say, I was disappointed. Whether or not the unattained bow might have brought me an extra point or two during the recent tournament I cannot say. What I looking for with equipment upgrades is a point or two.

What I can say is I remain a “Full Price” archer when it comes to bows.


So, you got old, but they’re making you shoot with the youngsters.

None of us are as young as we once were and we’re getting older. Those of us that have been involved in sports deal with aging in whatever ways are best for ourselves. Some athletes turn to coaching. Others quit being competitive. Some take up a new perhaps less demanding sport as a pastime.

All sports that I am aware of have age groups wherein an athlete can compete against their peers. Archery provides the same arrangement. Archery does one thing I’ve not experienced in other sports. If an archer is in an age group that doesn’t have enough competitors, in archery, they’ll bump that athlete down to a younger and perhaps more competitive age group.

I don’t think this occurs at a major tournament. For example, if a 90 year old found that she was the only competitor at a USA Archery event I don’t think they’d bracket her into the 50-year-old division. She can voluntarily move down to a younger class.

However, at smaller tournaments, local events, archers in their 50’s might discover their group is light. That, too, has not been my experience, there seems to be an ample supply of archers shooting into their 50s. There does appear to be a thinning, not just of hairlines, of archers in the 60+ classes. (I’m in my 60’s if you didn’t know, for even care.)

The result of the limited number of archers over 60 means that I more often than not am competing either in the Senior or Master 50 age classes. In fact, I compete in my age class only 13% of the time.

Shooting against younger archers can’t become a problem for me. For some maturing athletes competing in classes they’ve already passed through is a problem. If it becomes a problem for you, you could end up with a defeatist attitude before letting your first arrow fly. Be assured, archery is one of the few sports where older competitors are pitted against younger ones. If you livelong enough it will happen to you –  find your way to deal with it.

In triathlon, for example, I think it would be tough to place if I raced against a 45 year old triathlete. And just because an athlete “ages-up” that does not mean they get to race a shorter distance. An Ironman race is an Ironman, you can either do it or you can’t. Plus, there are cut off times for each discipline. That means you can’t be a great cyclist and awful swimmer and still make the cut. In archery, the tournaments sometimes decrease the distance Masters’ archers need to shoot to hit the target. Thus, they make it easier for the older folks to hit the target. That is not the case in triathlon or running. I mean, a 10K is a 10K no matter what your age.

She’s racing the same distance under the same time restrictions as the Professionals

For me, I still like competing at the senior level. For me, if I do another Ironman, I’ll be racing the same distance as the Pros and be subject to the same cut off times. Two weeks ago, when I raced a 5K, I ran the same course and distance as the University track star that won the event. (I won my age group and was not the only runner in the class)

If it bothered me compete against archers younger than me I’d have trouble every time I shot with other people. I am almost always the oldest archer in the crowd.

If you are lucky enough to have the problem of being forced into a class that you passed though, because you’ve out-lived your opponents, consider yourself fortunate. Shooting with younger people will help keep you sharp. And know this, at the major championships; there will be enough old people to go around.

A Raw Deal to a Group of SHC Archers

On Facebook I read a post by an older archer who complained of an event organizer that eliminated the Senior Hunter Class (IBO System) after a series of planned events had begun. The writer of the post is one of the Senior (over 50 years of age) archers impacted by the decision. He was not pleased with the event organizers dropping a class wherein he’d been competing since the initiation of the competitive series.

From what could be gathered throughout the Facebook conversation regarding the elimination of the Senior Hunter Class, it appeared there were not enough Seniors competing to supply a large enough pool from which to have a winner surface. The set of Seniors included three archers.

I do understand that having only three Seniors means there is a guaranteed place for each archer: 1st, 2nd, and 3rd. The organizers reasoned that was not enough people to truly make for a serious competition.

To some degree that is true. However, the organizers opened the class at the onset of the tournament series and as such should have kept it open until the finale. Instead, well into the series they combined the Senior archers with the Men’s Class (men 21 to 49 years old). The unilateral decision to drop the Senior Hunter Class angered those Senior Hunters that had been competing against each other. The anger, in this situation is warranted.

The move to drop a class of shooters after an agreement to open the class was wrong. On the other hand, I understand that if only 3 archers show up then that is not much of a competitive crowd from which to have an eventual champion. But, the archers can only compete against those who show up. It is not there fault if organizers have not created a market incentive to draw more shooters.

It boils down to this: The organizers had a duty to keep the Senior Hunter Class open through the event series regardless of how many archers competed in the class.

(No, I am not one of those displaced Senior archers. I am not that young. If those folks in their 50s think their competitive pool is dwindling let them wait until they are past 60. More on this later.)

Beaten, Again!

Headed to Statesboro, GA

The Georgia Cup, in Statesboro, Georgia was held at the Georgia Southern University campus this past weekend, March 21st through March 22nd. I was really hoping for a win. I’d certainly been putting in the hours practicing. But, then, there’s too often (here in 2018) that guy.

Early morning crowd setting up for a long day.

At the Georgia Cup, that guy was Paul. Paul and I typically do not compete against each other. Heck he’s not much older than my oldest daughter. We’ve competed near one another a few times in the past. We’ve talked a little during those events. This weekend we talked more, we had plenty of free time between ends to wait and talk.

Before the waiting line gets packed with bows

You’ve probably said this yourself, “It’s a small world.” In the case of Paul, I am still smiling at how we run into people that when there is time to talk great discoveries are made.

Paul is from Savannah, so am I. Paul however is a bit younger than me, so our childhood paths would not have crossed. During one of our ‘behind the waiting line’ talks I over heard someone mention Memorial Medical Center, a major hospital in Savannah. I interjected, “I have fond memories of Memorial, I essentially grew up there.”

Certainly, the first thoughts to such the comment must have led to “that poor man, he must have had some terrible disease which he survived thanks to medical care he received at Memorial.” I quickly added, “I started working there, in the lab, when I was 14.” That is true. I was a smart-ish geek and was recruited to the lab to learn by the head of Pathology. After a few months I had a Child-Labor Work permit and was employed doing simple things. Those things became more complex over time.

During that time, I spent a total 14 years at Memorial; I learned while talking I’d worked with Paul’s parents. I remembered when his mother has pregnant with Paul. I admit, I am still smiling thinking of his parents and one of his brothers that came to work at Memorial before I left. The shooting was fun, talking to Paul was worth the trip and expense even more so that the competition.

Is that an 8?

On the second day, the Olympic Round, Paul and I ended up shooting in the Gold medal match. Paul had been on all day. I struggled a bit in the quarterfinals and had to come from behind to win. In the final, I couldn’t believe I was paired against Paul.

With six arrows to go, I had a four-point advantage. Paul joked with me that he was going to have to go home and, “..tell my mother that David Lain beat me.” That was not to be the case.

On the final six arrows, Paul hit five tens and one nine. I fell apart meaning he could go home and let his mother know he’d beaten an old colleague of hers.

It was windy. Target 17, where I shot on Saturday, notice our flag has blown away. Also, target 19 pulled free of one of the pins.

Years from now I will not remember this Georgia Cup for the archery. I will remember it was extremely windy. Aside from that I’ll remember the pleasant walk down memory lane with man who’s mother remains a respected and admired scientist I was fortunate enough to have worked with.

Another 2nd Place.

(Jack L. If you read this, send me a message and I’ll give you the last name. You know them as well)