Living on the water means living with wind. Wind and water are a good mix for sailing. Wind and archery are not such a great mix.
On Wednesday and Thursday at our home near the confluence of Little River and the Albemarle Sound the wind blew non-stop. It was steady at 20 mph with gusts up to 35 mph. The sun was shining; the temperature 43 degrees, not too bad for October, but it is mid-April.
Trying to find a place out of the wind to practice was a failed exercise. Extending a bow, drawing, then being punched by wind gusts up to 35 mph has an impact on accuracy and patience. Determined to get in some shooting here is what I did:
First, I set up my target at 20 yards. The target’s stability was a problem; the wind kept knocking it over on its side. I was able to steady it with a forty-pound cinder block. Once the concrete fortified target stopped falling over, the challenge was wind oscillating off the river. Getting in harmony with the undulations I tried to match my motion to the center of the cinder block reinforced target. The twenty-yard arrangement did not work.
Next, I backed up to 35 yards, stood between azalea bushes and some other green plant (no idea what type of plant) with my back toward the house. The side wind did me no favors. It didn’t matter; my wife chased my out of her plants. The porch seemed like a better location.
Actually the porch made a pretty decent wind block. It didn’t last – my wife chased me off the porch.
So, I climbed up onto our upper deck near the chimney (out of view of my wife). The wind there was a vortex and blew off my hat. After retrieving my hat I decided to climb onto the roof, position the chimney to my right side and see if that would do the trick. On the roof, the only trick I could envision was an ambulance ride to the hospital. I hopped back off of the roof and moved the east side of the house.
At the east side of the house I took up a firing position next to the HVAC and across from the boat trailer. That turned out to be another hat sucking wind tunnel. So I backed further away from the target (50 yards) and stood at the summer kitchen. Again, nope.
I tried to find a spot in the woods. However, I was losing the enjoyment of hiking around with a target and its cinder block support brick. It was in the woods I gave it up for the day.
There will be days where the wind is not going to cooperate while shooting outdoors. The past two days have be those days and there was simply no hiding from the wind. Despite the wind hindrance it was better than trying to shoot in the wind and rain. An unplanned benefit of the wind experience was the resistance training acquired while hauling around a cinder block.