We took out the bows, arrows and set up a target on hay bales yesterday. Papa Pea and I, Chicken Mama and Gilligan had a grand ol' time using muscles (and hand/eye coordination!) we hadn't used in a while.
Our skill levels are all pretty evenly matched and we had lots of fun taking turns shooting six arrows apiece.
Chicken Mama says this is a shot of my arrows, but as I say, we all had fairly tight groupings, and there were a couple of shots that we joked nearly split arrows!
Papa Pea taking aim, getting ready . . .
A friend of Gilligan's recently was thinning out his bow collection and gave Gilligan one of his hunting bows. More gizmos on that bow than I could ever figure out.
I'm a little surprised I don't feel any complaining from slightly stressed muscles this morning. (However, I wouldn't be surprised if Gilligan might as a result of trying out his new bow. A hefty thing, that is.)
I think Chicken Mama had the best form of us all.
Here's a lesson to learn. Don't always listen to what your mother tells you to do.
I made the suggestion that she place her right foot a little farther back to improve her (already good) stance. She did so which threw off her whole body which in turn caused her to thwack her bare arm above the protective arm guard with the bow string.
Oh, ouch! That really hurt. I felt so bad I had interfered with her already good form.
This was her owie a couple of hours later. (Oh, bad mother!) Hoping she won't hold it against me forever!
And then another shot taken this morning. She's been using arnica gel on it and says it's not painful, although she should be able to garner much sympathy just from the way it looks.
Even though it's officially the Monday Labor Day Holiday today, Chicken Mama and Gilligan are working, and Papa Pea and I will find something to do to occupy our time. (Haha.)
Maybe we'll sneak back to the archery area and practice so we're better than the "youngsters" next time we pull out the bows and arrows.
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