The IBO World Championship is a competition and trade show. Registration is like any competition or convention. That’s where the similarities end. Clearly, my attire for the day was incorrect. I felt a bit like a fish out of water. Fortunately, help came from two new friends and several old friends.
Walking around the exhibit hall I understood what it was the sales people, those manning their booths, were experiencing. I can’t begin to recall the trade shows I’ve attended. Upper level managers were huffing about while their staff worked to promote the company’s products. Overhearing some of the conversations, it was the universal language and cliché of sales.
Obvious was the attire of the competitors. While no actual competition was underway, attendees were decked out in shirts, t-shirts and hats as banners for their selected equipment. Understandably, since many of the “non-professionals” are factory staff members and may receive discounts or free supplies from their sponsor. My t-shirt, like most I own, was a race perk from a run, today’s from St. Michaels, MD.
Archers, as a group, are not the most fit of athletes and my attire too often earned a smug stare.
Fortunately, the snobbery was not universal and I found two people to practice with on the “Defense” course. I’d misunderstood and thought the “Defense” course was an archery safety seminar. My friend Norman, now of Tennessee, explained the “Defense” course was the 3D practice range. I grabbed my bow and queued up for the ski lift to practice.
Once at the Defense course, the lines were impossibility long and slow. The price was $10 to shoot and I paid before recognizing practice was primarily an exercise in patience.
I was fortunate to meet two people, Scott and Shannon with whom I traveled the slow circuit. Scott and Shannon are famous and highly skilled archers. Scott offered a few tips on training. Interestingly, his tips were not different than those applied in upper level cycling, running, swimming and triathlon.
Existing the Defense course meant another ride on the ski lift. The distance was easily walkable but an IBO official claimed walking back was prohibited by the host. As such, I sat and waited for my turn on the lift.
While waiting an amateur photographer standing behind me backed into my bow knocked it over and stepped on the sight. Following the ride down I rushed to the “bag” target range to reset the sight that appears to have had little damage beyond a few scrapes.
Heading back to my truck I crossed paths with Team Trailer Park(TTP) from Maryland. They were a sight for sore eyes. I was invited have dinner with them; they’d rented a condo. The meal was grilled Sika deer, corn on the cob, roasted potatoes and salad. Everything was good and the deer excellent.
After dinner the TTP held Corn Hole competitions and practiced with their bows. Several of them had brought bags to shoot. I was satisfied my sight was functioning before departing to Olean and the Hampton Inn.