Help! I have been kidnapped by a 60 pound, eleven year old girl who has fallen in love with archery!
I spent a few hours with her talking about parts of the recurve bow, the string. How to shoot and stand.
Her first shot did not make it to the target. (10 paces away) so we moved closer- 5 paces. Next shot. Bullseye!
She was addicted!
Ut-oh! She IS addicted. I have obtained a new longbow a few weeks ago and I am still working on drawing it after a 24 shot series without trembling.
Yesterday? I thought my arms were going to fall off. I could not type, my shoulders ached, my fingers of my right hand are SORE. I think we loosed over, well over, 100 arrows yesterday. The only time we stopped, here in the high desert of Nevada. When it got too warm.
So we went inside where she made me some hot chocolate with the multi-use coffeeish maker. (They come in pods.) So..that was okay, I did some coffee in the chocolate, to which she went “eww!”.
So we came in to play xbox until the sun moved- and back out we went!
She got her sister’s compound bow, but after two shots, she went back to the recurve. Sister will be shooting with us today, so maybe not so much shooting?
Hah. yeah. right.
So, ibuprofen, acetaminophen, cold packs and maybe I can talk them into a Lord of the Rings marathon. (Don’t think that will happen, not when the bows are sitting out.) So I will attempt to write this AM and get you folks entertained. I am already working on my third cup of coffee, it is quiet, someone is up, but I don’t know who just yet. But I will take advantage of the quiet of the morning.
If someone can shush that rooster outside that would be great! I’d threaten to shoot it, but I don’t think I can draw the bow right now! Ugh!
We still need to work on her form, but we are having lots of fun for now.
Well, SHE is. *I* am in pain…
*Insert emotional music here*
Sister Sledge is doing well, due for release from the hospital tomorrow. Papa Dash is nearly back on his feet after the surgery. He has been driving around in his truck. Has his leather cowboy hat on. (Seems a lot of his hair has migrated from his head to his back. I wonder… can they transplant back-hair to the head? Would that work? Hmm… AND it still has color. Although a bit darker than his original hair.)
Mama Dash is trying to be stubborn and not go to the Doctor, but the Great King has brought down the hammer. She is going. End of discussion. His eyes got a bit sparkly in that moment where you know that someone is about to be grounded (or worse) as a kid.
Anyway. I have to keep him from doing too much. I might introduce them both to the world of archery. It has muliptle benefits.
1. After the initial expense, it is relatively cheap. you reuse the arrows, not counting broken ones. (that’s the main cost)
2. Shooting is good for the core strength. Keeps your mind focused.
3. AFTER you shoot and do the isometric exercise of resistance pulling, you have to go get those pointy sticks! So there is a walk to the target, pulling and walk back. A second benefit!
4. Recurve bows are lightweight. Not like the machines of compounds which I find can be heavy(not always, there are the more expensive ones that are quite light). Plus with a take-down recurve, you can change limbs and draw weights. So if Mama Dash can’t pull, or has gained strength, more limbs and not an entire bow needs be purchased.
So that is the end of my rave for archery. shotgun, Rifle and Pistol shooters? Worry not, I am not dissin’ you. My aim (hah! Not intended but I like the pun, so it stays) is for quiet and reusability. Difficult to recover your bullet and shot for reuse time after time.
Anyway. Wish us luck, I hear that Honey the Honey colored dog is moping around, missing me. (I don’t know why, I am not her human. Princess #1 is.) She is sleeping on the laundry I did but did not put away before I left, just sat it in the basket in front of my dresser. Now the basket has become a bed for a 90 pound yellow dog.
really? Most of my clothes are dark. Guess I get to do laundry again.
Okay, sending this away so i can do fiction before I’m kidnapped again.
Wish me luck!
PS. Nearly forgot Zombie Snowmen. We piled targets up on each other. A large white “body” with a dark, weather-beaten head. You can see the body and head in the image, we put it up top after the image was taken. It is a zombie because we are in the desert which is deadly to snowmen. So this one is ‘undead’. lol. part of the story.