Holmes
03-27-2005, 02:13 PM
Nine weeks of archery under my belt now. Generally considered a quick study.
Observed first 3D tournament several weeks ago. Studied it to see how they're run and how the game's played.
Observed my second 3D the following week. Spent a few hours in the bleacher stands with binoculars studying the stickbow shooters form and such.
Spent last week tuning a new Martin Hunter. Experimented with brace height & nock height and their relationship to bareshafting. Arrow flight by Thursday was great.
Packed op for a 3 hour drive to Cheyenne, WY for my first participation in a small shoot that mixed space bows and stickbows. The ratio was approximately 35-5, respectively. Everyone I met was very friendly and helpful.
The shoot consisted of a 12 target scenario run through thrice. Maximum range was about 33 yards. Scoring was normal 3D, 12/10/8/5, for a possible of 432. Seemed like a perfect way for me to start.
Started off great, even nailed a couple of 12s in the first stage. Second stage stayed pretty good until I got to the last shot of the second round, a bedded buck. The target number ID was a metal plate on the floor near the kill zone. Bright red with the number '8' on it. Yep... I whacked the damn thing! Noisy as hell and my face quickly resembled the colour of the sign.
Third stage started with less than wonderment on my part. Then I finally missed my first target entirely. Managed to drive a point/insert an inch or so up the shaft of my 1916. Steel beams are rather hard on arrows...
Next couple of shots are 5s, but were close to complete misses. Confidence has evaporated in its entirety at this point. Last few shots find the bow arm unpredictable, sloppy releases, and inconsisent draws.
My equipment cannot be blamed nor can my early level of skill acquisition. This was a complete breakdown of focus, concentration, and confidence on the part of the archer.
This happened to me as a youngster when I started playing baseball. I had a natural pitching talent but was playing in a league with older youths. My first pitching opportunity arose when our regular man was injured. We lost that game 21-1. I had no father to practice with so I spent weeks throwing to a coffee can nailed to a tree. Went on to become a successful pitcher throughout my school and university years.
I'm hoping I can do the same with this archery stuff. Yesterday really humbled me. It would be so easy to run out and grab a spacebow but I want to shoot a recurve.
Got into this archery thing because of a friend's youngster who wanted to learn it and has no father or other relative to assist. He's 14 and doing fairly well. He also shot yesterday, performed commensurate with his experience, but he had a ball! I've never seen the kid so happy even though he didn't win a damn thing.
I took today off to sulk and wrestle my dogs. Tomorrow I shall get back to it.
So ends my initial saga.
Fly 'em true, gentlemen.
-Holmes
Observed first 3D tournament several weeks ago. Studied it to see how they're run and how the game's played.
Observed my second 3D the following week. Spent a few hours in the bleacher stands with binoculars studying the stickbow shooters form and such.
Spent last week tuning a new Martin Hunter. Experimented with brace height & nock height and their relationship to bareshafting. Arrow flight by Thursday was great.
Packed op for a 3 hour drive to Cheyenne, WY for my first participation in a small shoot that mixed space bows and stickbows. The ratio was approximately 35-5, respectively. Everyone I met was very friendly and helpful.
The shoot consisted of a 12 target scenario run through thrice. Maximum range was about 33 yards. Scoring was normal 3D, 12/10/8/5, for a possible of 432. Seemed like a perfect way for me to start.
Started off great, even nailed a couple of 12s in the first stage. Second stage stayed pretty good until I got to the last shot of the second round, a bedded buck. The target number ID was a metal plate on the floor near the kill zone. Bright red with the number '8' on it. Yep... I whacked the damn thing! Noisy as hell and my face quickly resembled the colour of the sign.
Third stage started with less than wonderment on my part. Then I finally missed my first target entirely. Managed to drive a point/insert an inch or so up the shaft of my 1916. Steel beams are rather hard on arrows...
Next couple of shots are 5s, but were close to complete misses. Confidence has evaporated in its entirety at this point. Last few shots find the bow arm unpredictable, sloppy releases, and inconsisent draws.
My equipment cannot be blamed nor can my early level of skill acquisition. This was a complete breakdown of focus, concentration, and confidence on the part of the archer.
This happened to me as a youngster when I started playing baseball. I had a natural pitching talent but was playing in a league with older youths. My first pitching opportunity arose when our regular man was injured. We lost that game 21-1. I had no father to practice with so I spent weeks throwing to a coffee can nailed to a tree. Went on to become a successful pitcher throughout my school and university years.
I'm hoping I can do the same with this archery stuff. Yesterday really humbled me. It would be so easy to run out and grab a spacebow but I want to shoot a recurve.
Got into this archery thing because of a friend's youngster who wanted to learn it and has no father or other relative to assist. He's 14 and doing fairly well. He also shot yesterday, performed commensurate with his experience, but he had a ball! I've never seen the kid so happy even though he didn't win a damn thing.
I took today off to sulk and wrestle my dogs. Tomorrow I shall get back to it.
So ends my initial saga.
Fly 'em true, gentlemen.
-Holmes