Bow Walker
06-25-2006, 08:36 PM
Well..........if we thought that it was hot on Saturday, whew, that was nothing compared to Sunday. Thank goodness for the breeze!
Saturday, your's truly shot THE worst round ever in his short and non-distinguished career. Sucks to be me on Saturday. Excuses? Well, uh.....equipment problems.....yeah that's it. Equipment problems. Darned bow anyway!
Major alterations to the problem child Saturday evening and into the night. Changed rest, changed peep sight, changed nocking point, changed tiller, upped the poundage by 5 - 8 lbs (I payed for that late Sunday afternoon), cut my arrows down by about 1.5 inches, re-fletched the whole bunch, changed point weights and then got up early on Sunday morning to sight-in what by this time was virtually a totally different bow.
Sunday morning (about 7:40 a.m.) was cool, crisp, and clean. Great to be alive. Went into the clubhouse and scrounged a cuppa and then went over to the target butts to do the necessary sighting in.
By the time I was finished and moderately satisfied, we all gathered to get our instructions for the day. Surprise, surprise. Sunday is going to be a 2-arrow round as well. Scoring was the same as Saturday - 10, 8, 5 for the first arrow and 5, 4, 2 for the second arrow if it was necessary.
Still 30 targets out there waiting to be assaulted by the now grown number of shooters over Saturday. I estimated about 65 to 75 shooters? Anyone disagree? Good - no truth mongers among the liers out there.
9:30 a.m. and we all trudged out to our respective targets for the shotgun start. For the closer people it was also time to stand around at the target and get eaten by the ever hungry mosquitoes that were in what could only be termed as "over abundance". Hungry little buggers I must say.
Once the round was over, most shooters were cooperative and brought in their last target. The club members went out and retrieved the rest of them while the rest of us tried to find some cool shade where we proceed to feed and water our mistreated bodies, stand around and swap lies about how we shot, and generally gossip away the time until the prize draw.
During all this gossip it was rumoured that Oldtimer spent the night in jail. The reason for this was not entirely made clear, but the Parksville detachment of the RCMP have promised a statement in the "near future" - whatever that means.
Maybe the giraffe coerced the Friendly Giant into a night on the town? Maybe the giraffe needed a partner to do the pub crawl around Parksville, Hilliers, and Errington? That might have taken about an hour and a half, so what happened with the rest of the night Mike? Are there a couple of broken hearts in French Creek??
The drive back down Island to Victoria was hot, tiring, and boring. The air coming in through all the open windows was hot, even at 120 kph it was hot. Didn't even feel much of a temperature change when driving through the shady valley at the end of Findlayson Arm. Now that's hot.
All in all this past weekend was one of the more interesting and friendly ones that I have spent in a long while. Congratulations to the Nanaimo Fish and Game Club (now officially the "NFG ARCHERS" - gotta do something about that name John) and all he volunteers who put on a really good shoot. Especially the volunteers - because they didn't have to be there, but they were. Kudos to the course designers and the course setter uppers for making an all around great course.
Already looking forward to next year! The next time I will come prepared though. I will take a pint of blood and just leave it in the bush as an offering to the mosquito gods.
Saturday, your's truly shot THE worst round ever in his short and non-distinguished career. Sucks to be me on Saturday. Excuses? Well, uh.....equipment problems.....yeah that's it. Equipment problems. Darned bow anyway!
Major alterations to the problem child Saturday evening and into the night. Changed rest, changed peep sight, changed nocking point, changed tiller, upped the poundage by 5 - 8 lbs (I payed for that late Sunday afternoon), cut my arrows down by about 1.5 inches, re-fletched the whole bunch, changed point weights and then got up early on Sunday morning to sight-in what by this time was virtually a totally different bow.
Sunday morning (about 7:40 a.m.) was cool, crisp, and clean. Great to be alive. Went into the clubhouse and scrounged a cuppa and then went over to the target butts to do the necessary sighting in.
By the time I was finished and moderately satisfied, we all gathered to get our instructions for the day. Surprise, surprise. Sunday is going to be a 2-arrow round as well. Scoring was the same as Saturday - 10, 8, 5 for the first arrow and 5, 4, 2 for the second arrow if it was necessary.
Still 30 targets out there waiting to be assaulted by the now grown number of shooters over Saturday. I estimated about 65 to 75 shooters? Anyone disagree? Good - no truth mongers among the liers out there.
9:30 a.m. and we all trudged out to our respective targets for the shotgun start. For the closer people it was also time to stand around at the target and get eaten by the ever hungry mosquitoes that were in what could only be termed as "over abundance". Hungry little buggers I must say.
Once the round was over, most shooters were cooperative and brought in their last target. The club members went out and retrieved the rest of them while the rest of us tried to find some cool shade where we proceed to feed and water our mistreated bodies, stand around and swap lies about how we shot, and generally gossip away the time until the prize draw.
During all this gossip it was rumoured that Oldtimer spent the night in jail. The reason for this was not entirely made clear, but the Parksville detachment of the RCMP have promised a statement in the "near future" - whatever that means.
Maybe the giraffe coerced the Friendly Giant into a night on the town? Maybe the giraffe needed a partner to do the pub crawl around Parksville, Hilliers, and Errington? That might have taken about an hour and a half, so what happened with the rest of the night Mike? Are there a couple of broken hearts in French Creek??
The drive back down Island to Victoria was hot, tiring, and boring. The air coming in through all the open windows was hot, even at 120 kph it was hot. Didn't even feel much of a temperature change when driving through the shady valley at the end of Findlayson Arm. Now that's hot.
All in all this past weekend was one of the more interesting and friendly ones that I have spent in a long while. Congratulations to the Nanaimo Fish and Game Club (now officially the "NFG ARCHERS" - gotta do something about that name John) and all he volunteers who put on a really good shoot. Especially the volunteers - because they didn't have to be there, but they were. Kudos to the course designers and the course setter uppers for making an all around great course.
Already looking forward to next year! The next time I will come prepared though. I will take a pint of blood and just leave it in the bush as an offering to the mosquito gods.