Newsletter - National Field Archery Society
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12<br />
Her Perfect Shot<br />
LOUISE Winters sighed as she pulled back<br />
clumsily yet again, her movements jerky and<br />
strained. She could feel the tension in her jaw<br />
as she fumbled for an anchor point and tilted<br />
her head, nestling her face against the bow<br />
string and lining up with the target. Her back<br />
and shoulder muscles cried out at the weight of<br />
the bow – slightly heavier than she was used<br />
shooting. She tried to forget that she was being<br />
watched. It was just her and the target. Relax,<br />
focus, loose!<br />
‘I’m going to take up fishing,’ she announced as<br />
the arrow settled with a loud crack into the<br />
tree that was way to the left of the target.<br />
Her foot slipped on the muddy track as she<br />
walked away, only serving to add to her bad<br />
mood. ‘I just can’t hit a thing today.’<br />
Louise lowered her bow and let the rest of the<br />
small group walk down to the boss and take<br />
scores while she did her best to sulk and pout<br />
without actually swearing that she wasn’t playing.<br />
Alan, her coach, patted her softly on the<br />
back as he passed.<br />
‘You’ll do better at the next one, love,’ he said<br />
simply.<br />
‘That’s what you said at the last target,’ Louise<br />
replied under her breath and pulled her zip up<br />
against the biting cold wind. It wasn’t really fair<br />
that her coach was also her father – it made it<br />
too easy to get mad at him for not correcting<br />
her technique all the time. Barely sixteen, Louise<br />
was getting frustrated that she was now<br />
expected to compete against adults who’d been<br />
shooting ten, fifteen or more years than she<br />
had. Her scores hadn’t got worse, her shooting<br />
hadn’t declined, but her draw length was longer<br />
than it had been just six months ago and her<br />
dad had bought her a new, higher poundage bow.<br />
Shame she couldn’t hit a thing with it. And not<br />
for want of trying either!<br />
I just want one perfect shot today she told<br />
herself. Is that really too much to ask?<br />
Admittedly this was only their fourth target<br />
of the day, but if it was any indication of how<br />
things would pan out for the rest of the course,<br />
perhaps fishing might not be such a bad idea<br />
after all. Fishermen had a host of genuine<br />
excuses – the fish just aren’t biting today! That<br />
by Moira Hodgkinson<br />
boat just scared off all the fish!<br />
But nobody could possibly scare off a skinny<br />
paper fox that was pinned to a stationary target.<br />
The undeniable truth was that she was no<br />
good at this sport any more. What was she doing<br />
wrong? The new bow really wasn’t to blame, she<br />
knew that, but try as she might over the last<br />
few weeks, Louise was having no luck at all with<br />
it, and this bitter weather wasn’t helping her<br />
spirits one little bit.<br />
They had spent day after day practising, going<br />
right back to basics with her father checking<br />
her position, her grip on the bow, adjusting her<br />
anchor point, watching her line up shot after<br />
shot. She’d not done too badly overall, but not<br />
once since getting the new bow had she had that<br />
feeling - that feeling where you just know<br />
instinctively that everything has come together<br />
perfectly, that feeling of serenity and calm –<br />
just her and the target and nothing to stand in<br />
the way.<br />
Making her way round the course with the others<br />
Louise found that not even her friend<br />
Hannah’s jokes and bawdy laugh could take her<br />
mind off the fact that she hadn’t once had that<br />
perfect shot in nearly a month of intensive practice.<br />
‘Well done that man. A perfect twenty!’ called<br />
Harry to Alan, who was jotting down scores at<br />
yet another stupid paper face, the outer line of<br />
which Louise had barely scraped to achieve a<br />
measly four points.<br />
As the foursome walked back to the admin and<br />
parking area to break for lunch, Hannah<br />
snatched her own score card from Alan and<br />
waved it in Louise’s face.<br />
‘See?’ she said, thrilled to see she was a good<br />
thirty points ahead for a change.<br />
‘You’ve got such a bug up your behind about<br />
leaving that old bow in the closet that even I’m<br />
doing better than you today. And everyone<br />
knows I’m no good.’<br />
‘Gee, thanks Hannah.’ Louise narrowed her eyes<br />
and bit into a sandwich with a sneer that made<br />
her face curl and she bit her tongue.<br />
‘Now look what you did!’<br />
‘Hey, come on!’ Hannah chided. ‘You can’t blame<br />
me for that.<br />
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