We spent a lot of time with Tom Thygesen this year too. Tyler had a lot of things going on in his life this year, and Tom spent more time than normal with us. Tom makes me laugh. He offers people help through experience, and he always tries to pick you up when you're feeling down. One thing that makes me laugh when I think about Tom is that you never have to wonder what he's thinking. He's kinda like me in that regard. That's probably why I value that quality. He doesn't have a filter, and sometimes people can take his comments to be harsh or out of line. Thanks, Tom, for making me laugh and always lending your support. I truly appreciate it. This one's for you:
An Archer's Journey
Thursday, September 19, 2024
Looking Back on 2024
We spent a lot of time with Tom Thygesen this year too. Tyler had a lot of things going on in his life this year, and Tom spent more time than normal with us. Tom makes me laugh. He offers people help through experience, and he always tries to pick you up when you're feeling down. One thing that makes me laugh when I think about Tom is that you never have to wonder what he's thinking. He's kinda like me in that regard. That's probably why I value that quality. He doesn't have a filter, and sometimes people can take his comments to be harsh or out of line. Thanks, Tom, for making me laugh and always lending your support. I truly appreciate it. This one's for you:
Sunday, August 25, 2024
The Annual Royalston Team Shoot
Every year, I look forward to the annual team shoot that Shawn Couture and his wife, Wendy, put on with the help of their friends and club members. It's a way for everyone to unwind from the competitive season, hang out, laugh, and have fun. The seriousness that accompanies the usual tournaments is all but gone, and we all know that this will be the last time we see each other until early winter or possibly next spring. However, this year, I really didn't have much interest in attending. As most of you know, this year was basically a train wreck for me, and after the IBO World Championship, all I wanted to do was hang my bows up and not look at them until next winter.
After getting home from the IBO World a few weeks ago, I quickly set a bow up to shoot at the Maine Senior Games. Although I put no effort into preparing for the tournament, I wanted to see how my PSE Supra X felt during a target archery setting instead of a 3D setting, as I've always shot the Supra platform well for target archery.
So I went and shot the senior games to see how things felt. I also decided to shoot my new HBC Flex (small). A few years ago I let Aiden Pfiitze borrow my medium one, but I never felt that one fit well. When I began shooting the small version of the release, it felt good in my hands. I ended up holding my own with the hinge and shot what I would consider a decent score for all things considered. While it was nowhere near my high, it was a score most people would kill to shoot. I had to realize I was shooting a bow I had no experience behind, and I was also shooting a release style that I hadn't shot in a number of years in a tournament. After getting done in Maine, I headed home and put that bow away. I learned the bow will probably perform well next indoor season, and I look forward to seeing what I can do with it.
On Monday, I went outside, unpacked my bow from the IBO World the previous week, and decided to shoot a few arrows at 60 and 70 yards just to make sure the marks were good. Since my shoulders were beat up from shooting 90 arrows at the senior games, I decided not to shoot during the week, but I also needed to make sure the marks were good since I hadn't shot the bow beyond 50 yards all summer.
Having avoided anything to do with 3D for a week and not caring where the arrows hit, I went to the top of the hill and shot an end from 60 and 70 without expecting anything good. I shot this group from 70 yards and sent it to Barry via text. I said, "I think we are good to go, but I think Jacob might have more confidence in me than I have in myself." I didn't bother shooting any more groups because I didn't want to diminish any confidence I had, and my Dominator Duo 35 gives me a fair amount of confidence.
Game Day
When we arrived, we got there when everyone else was warming up and loading out of their vehicles. It felt good to see everyone, knowing this would be our last hurrah for the summer. My shoulder was extremely stiff and had all sorts of pain in it. I knew it was going to be tortuous to shoot my bow. The pain was more than I wanted to deal with, but I figured I could withstand it for 30 shots... never knowing I would probably draw my bow about 100 times before the day had finished.
Tuesday, August 13, 2024
Changing of the Guard
About 10 years ago, I was looking for a place to shoot indoors to get away from the normalcy at my home club. I decided to head 35 minutes south and revisit one of my old haunts that I hadn't been to in around 13 years.
When I opened the door and walked in, I saw some familiar faces, but there were many people there whom I had never seen. It was a perfect opportunity to prepare myself for an upcoming indoor tournament. Although I was well aware of Jacob Slusarz and his abilities behind a bow, he had no idea who I was, where I came from, or why I was there. He was pleasant, and he shot is bow on the far right of the range with Brian Purdy. They joked back and forth as Jacob shot the center of the target out. The baby X was basically gone, and the rest of the yellow untouched halfway through the round. I was on the opposite line as those two, so I could hear them talking in the background. They were talking about IBO stuff, and Brian set him up to say some stuff so he could troll him. Brian's plans worked perfectly. Then, Brian pointed at me and said, "Well, you can take it up with him. He's one of your state directors."
I laughed a little and we discussed a few things before I headed north. I already knew he was an up and comer, but you never know what kids will do as they mature. Well, after a few years passed, I knew this kid was all in. He had what it takes to compete at the highest level, and his shot was unmatched.
We became friends and the years passed quickly, 10 years in a the blink of an eye. In 2017, we were both lucky enough to win our respective classes at the IBO World Championship, a feat that is hard to accomplish in any class. Jacob eventually moved out of the youth class and headed into Semi-pro to gain experience for the pro class. He figured he would learn from shooters like Brad Theys, Dale Jones, Digger Cogar, Jeff Kirkland, Sean Roberts, Rob D'Alfonso and many more. He respected what those people had accomplished and applauded them for their accomplishments in archery. It didn't take long for him to make a statement and start rolling everyone in his path. However, he wasn't able to take home another IBO World Championship in the process due to a few unfortunate reasons beyond his control.
During his last year as a semi-pro, he had some more unfortunate luck at Snowshoe and wasn't able to get it done. However, in the ice cream shop on top of the mountain in the village, there were two legendary pros talking quietly to each other. There weren't many people around, but there was a pair of ears that heard them say what most others already knew, "There's not anyone in that class that we really have to worry about, except Slusarz. He's going to be a handful."
That brings us to today, and there appears to be a new sheriff in town and his name is Jacob Slusarz. Unlike the heavy hitters, he shoots for a smaller company, Darton Archery, and he puts his faith in B3 products to get him where he wants to go. He doesn't promote himself, and he lets his feats behind the bow speak for themselves.
2024
Coming off from winning the IBO National Triple Crown in Open Pro in 2023, Jacob got off to a slow start. He did some calculating and figured it would work better if he shot at all upper 12s instead of lowers. As the season progressed, he knew something had to change. He didn't like aiming at uppers and was having a difficult time deciding what to do under certain circumstances. That's when he made the change and went back to shooting at lowers. The change was instantly recognizable, as he began putting up monster scores and made it look easy.
Then, as the end of the season rolled in, he found his mark. Turkey season concluded at the end of May, and it was full force ahead to the finish line this past weekend. Although the ASA qualifying round in Metropolis was impressive, his stone-cold killer approach in the shootdown should've made it apparent to all the non-believers that the kid is here to stay. He went toe to toe with Levi Morgan, withstood his flurry of punches and landed the knockout blow when necessary. The stabilizer never moved, the hold was long, and the shot was perfect. It was the same shot I've seen him shoot a thousand times. It doesn't matter whether Clint is running his trap behind him at the club or the dogs are running between his feet as he's practicing, nothing looked any different than normal. Immense focus, determination and concentration. When the arrow struck the 12, it didn't surprise me at all. I didn't expect anything different... and neither did Levi, as he mentioned it a few weeks later in the Shot of the Week segment with PJ Reilly when he said Jacob has the best pure shot in Open Pro. All of us back home have known that a long time, but now that the best of the best can see it too, nothing more really needs to be said.
After settling for a shootdown position at the Third Leg of the National Triple Crown, he headed to the ASA Classic but not before shooting the ASA NY State Championship and the Third Leg of the IBO Northeast Triple Crown in New Hampshire. Sometimes people look at professionals and think they never have any struggles. They think this natural gift from God came down and planted itself inside of these professionals. Well, I'll tell you that not many people work harder and are more disciplined than Jacob, and I believe we get along so well due to similar characteristics when it comes to playing this game. So what am I talking about? Well, during our round in New Hampshire, the wheels fell off the bus and things derailed for a few minutes. In the process, John, his dad, told him to quit being a dumbass. We can all laugh about it right now, but at the moment it wasn't funny. It's never fun to watch friends in your circle struggle, especially when they don't know what is going on.
The struggle was figured out quickly and let go. At the Classic, Jacob picked up where he left off in Metropolis and laid it down yet again. However, he didn't have the lead he had a month earlier. He knew he would have to bring it to find a way to win, and he did it in style. He came out of the gate with a 14 a few 12s and another 14. He sealed the deal with a stress-free shot at the end and was named ASA Classic Champion in Open Pro, a title that is one of the most prestigious in archery. However nice the title might be, that's not the one he always dreamed of achieving. He has always dreamt of being the IBO World Champion in PMR, and he would have his chance to see what he could do one week later.
I've always told people my belief about winning the IBO World Championship: If you're one of the better shooters, you have to have one of your average days, a really good day for yourself, and a stick around day. That'll usually do the trick.
On Day 1, Jacob had one of his average days, and it put him right near the top of the leaderboard. It's pretty impressive when your average day lands you near the top. On Day 2, he knew what had to be done and laid it down, shooting 11 up. That put him in the lead going into the final round.
When the dust settled, Jacob accomplished his dream of becoming the IBO World Champion in Open Pro. In back-to-back weeks, he won the two events that are considered the Holy Grail of 3D archery, so now he as three of the four most prestigious things you can win. The only thing lacking on the resume is the ASA Shooter of the Year title, and he has only competed in all the ASA events the last two years, and he finished on the podium for shooter of the year this year after getting off to a slow start.
The journey I've watched up to this point has been amazing. Jacob never ceases to amaze me. A lot of us saw these days coming long before they arrived, and the few bumps in the road along the way were nothing more than temporary speed bumps. However, I will never forget the day in Nelsonville, Ohio, a few years ago when he stood in the pouring rain waiting for me to finish my round. After smoking the 10-ring on a boar, turning around and seeing him give me a thumbs up, I knew I was in the shootdown round. Although I was elated, I could see the defeat on his face, and it didn't feel good looking at it. I had experienced the same feeling a few times throughout my career, and I could easily see the devastation behind the face. On our way off the range, we talked about people we compete against, and I told him how I approach the game. It was something along the lines of this.
We walked down the road in the pouring rain, neither one of us with an umbrella to protect ourselves or our gear. I was on top of the world, and he was searching his soul for answers. I listened to everything he said and tried to give well thought-out answers to his questions. After all, friends try to pick each other up when they need it and tell them the things they might not want to hear when they need that too. Your true friends will always have your back.
Monday, August 12, 2024
IBO World Championship
Smiles like this one were fleeting last weekend. What started with a lot of confidence and good internal feelings, quickly dissipated due to a variety of unforeseen circumstances. If you stick with me, I'll share my weekend's experience with you.
We had minimal time to get ready for the event after getting home from the Classic on Sunday and heading to West Virginia on Tuesday morning. However, I did have enough time to change arrows and go with some that were going 307 fps, considerably faster than the ones I shot all year that were going 291. I figured that would help with any misjudged targets... and it did.
Practice Day
Instead of spending the day fighting the crowds at the venue, we headed to GT Archery in Virginia for practice. Although I couldn't hold the bow well, the arrows found their way into the middle. By the time we had finished shooting our practice round on a foreign course, I felt good about my chances. I only left the 10-ring two times, and it was on a double target set that had two targets that aren't official IBO targets. Being a target judger, I realized it was probably because I didn't recognize the size of them. I finished the day of practice by going back to the venue and judging one course without shooting my bow. I judged every target to within two yards and had most of them right on the money. After taking some time away from judging the last three weeks, my judging seemed to correct itself.
Day 1
With heavy rain predicted for the day, I headed out with my rain gear and figured I would leave it on all day. I could never have asked for a better group to be with for this event. Some of my absolute favorites in my class were in my group. I knew we would have a good time. The group comprised Tony Tazza, Darrin Christenberry and Scott Price.
After a short walk, we approached the first stake of the tournament and the heavens let loose. The rain pummeled the canopy and began roaring with a vengeance all its own. I've never minded shooting in poor weather, so I knew I would be fine. I've never let weather affect my attitude or performance. I actually like shooting in less-than-favorable weather conditions.
Darrin led off the first target and gave us a good marker. The arrow shone brightly on the left side of the 10-ring, and I was confident with my number. When I drew the bow and settled in, the pin sat down nicely, and I executed one of my best shots of the year. I saw the arrow land right next to Darrin's, and I was satisfied because I held on his arrow. However, when we got to the target, I realized Darrin's arrow was actually sitting on the edge of the 10-ring instead of on the edge of the 11. I missed my aiming spot by less than an inch and a half, and my arrow was sitting just outside the 10-ring. I felt good about it because I made a great shot.
Moving to the second target, the rain continued pounding. Looking at the grazing doe behind a giant tree, I thought it could wreak havoc on a lot of people and realized that particular target would be one of the difference makers.
Once again, I made a perfect shot when it was my turn. However, the arrow landed just outside the 10-ring to the left. I'm not sure why it hit where it did, but I accepted it and moved on. The weather conditions or lighting might've contributed, but I'm sure it was probably something I was doing that I never noticed.
As we moved to the next target, I knew I was in a place where I had to turn things around and get back into double digits. I made a good shot on a slightly uphill antelope, and the arrow struck between the 11 and bottom of the 10. I had now made three good shots in a row, and things were going to start turning in my direction. I've always learned to accept the good with the bad and give neither one of them any meaning. Nothing can be done about any arrows after they go out of your bow, so there's no sense getting down on yourself about one that doesn't score like you want it to score.
Then, in the next hour my world got turned upside down, and my memories of that time period are somewhat of a blur. I do remember shooting three fives that all hit the same place on each of the targets, which is where the neck connected to the shoulder. All of the arrows were straight left a very long way from their intended mark. I also shot two 8s in that stretch. About halfway through our round, Darrin asked me if I could hear the beeping noise. With all of the rain gear I was wearing, I couldn't hear it. It was my insulin pump going ballistic in my pocket. Tony said it had been making noise for a little bit, but I never heard it. When I dug it out of my pants pockets under my rain pants, I saw that my blood was in the 60s and headed down. Since I was already 23 points down, I decided to try to make the corrections I could and keep moving down the line. I had some fruit snacks and Powerade to bring the levels back up as fast as possible, but I also knew I couldn't overdo it.
As the day wore on, I became a little more alert as to what was going on, and the fogginess around my brain drifted away. However, I was never able to get my blood above 69 for the day, with it in the 50s for most of the day. Biting and clawing to stay above water, I survived the next 10 targets and got off that 10 with a 99. When the day ended, I was pretty down that I had to sign off on a 177, yet another embarrassing moment in a year filled with many of them. I'll touch more on that when I do my year's wrap-up.
Day 2
We spent the day that was canceled at GT Archery. Since I remembered most of the yardages, I decided to shoot a button, so I broke out my SX2 and gave it a whirl. Most of the friends with whom I was shooting have never shot with me while I was shooting a button, so I think they were surprised with the results. I only missed a few 11s. Every arrow was down the pipe, and it felt really good.
Although I went to the range, I was feeling horrible. My head was pounding and my chest was severely congested. By day's end, I had to stop working the Eagle Eye event to sit down and try to recover. My body was totally shot. I never should've left the house, but I just don't know when to quit. I should've known better.
When I woke up on Day 2, I just wanted to lay low and head home as soon as possible. However, my dad was feeling slightly better and wanted to finish. This made me put on my big boy pants and do what I had to do... finish.
A few people in my class left after Day 2 was postponed, so groups were shuffled, and our group gained Jackie Caudle, and the group in front of us gained Jim Livak. When we arrived at Target 1, I saw a gator on a log, and it wasn't what I would call a chip shot. Instead it was one of those that made you scratch your head for a minute and hope you picked the right number. If you were short on it, your arrow would most likely be stuck in the log the target was sitting on.
Darrin led it off and made a good shot. I broke an OK shot when it was my turn, but the pin was bouncing up and down. The arrow struck barely below the 10-ring. It probably hit where the pin was located when the shot fired.
Once again, I struggled a little bit through the first 10 targets, but I was able to shoot 4 up on the last 10, and that is how my year ended. When we began the second 10, Darrin was struggling with lefts and rights. I've watched Darrin shoot a lot this year, and I noticed something over the course of the two days that I didn't see the last time I shot with him. He's always had a stationary hand when executing his shot. However, I noticed when his shot wasn't firing great, his pinky was moving toward his wrist, and I could see the tension building in the bottom of this hand, into his wrist and going up his forearm. It was changing the pitch of the release on his face from shot to shot, and I believe it might've been the reason for the changing impact points of his arrows. When he started complaining about not knowing why he was getting phantom arrows to the left and right, I asked him if he wanted me to tell him something I had noticed. Some people don't like that, so I stayed in my lane but offered some guidance when he told me to give it to him. As you can see in this picture, his pinky is relaxed and just sitting there without any curl in it. However, when he was shooting and having issues, that pinky was moving the entire time he was trying to execute, and at times, it was almost back to his palm.
To many this might not seem like much, but these guys are my competitors and my friends. I want my friends to do well, and I want them to succeed. If I'm going to beat them, I want to beat them at their best. I'd also want them to help me if they saw something they thought might make a difference. After all, we had 10 targets left, and he was on the bubble of making the dance. I wanted him to make it to the final day.
Once we discussed it, he got through the last 10 targets without any phantom arrows, and he never went out of the 10 again. In all reality, I probably had nothing to do with it, but I was trying to help a good friend. Darrin has always gone out of his way to be good to me, my dad and all of my friends. I'm glad I met him almost 30 years ago. He's the same exact person he was back then, and I appreciate that, so if I can do anything to help him, I will do it.
Final Thoughts
I could've been the person on the left after the tournament ended or even during the tournament, but over the years, I've learned it's better to be the person on the right and accept the things that happen on our journey. If we flounder in the water, we will drown ourselves. I've always tried my best to not drown myself when bad things happen... they happen to everyone. I'll just keep floating and hope I wind up on a beautiful beach somewhere.
With all of the things I've battled this year, the ending of this tournament was bitter sweet. I know in reality, it may be the last national event I shoot. I don't know what lies ahead on the employment trail, but starting over at 55 years old will make it difficult to have the leeway I've been used to over the years. If I find a job in which I don't have much flexibility or time off, I will not use any limited amount of time to shoot archery. Archery just isn't that important to me, and if I have to say goodbye to my national tournament career, I'm satisfied with what I accomplished and where it brought me. At the end of the day, I did the best I could, and I always had limited talent compared to everyone else. I probably worked harder at it than anyone I know and did all I could just to be average. It was frustrating, but the frustrations were worth it.
The group I shot with over the weekend was the best group I shot with the entire year. Tony Tazza is one of the best guys you could ever ask to shoot with. He never gets too high or low, and you would never be able to tell if he shot his worst or best score ever. He's consistent and constant. I admire everything about Tony, including his caring, compassionate personality. He also has knack for humor, and it's quiet humor that probably goes unnoticed by many. Tony is one of my absolute favorite peers. He's always encouraging, and he roots for you as you root for him. He's the steadiest shooters with whom I've ever shot. His steady demeanor allows you to not realize why he's always there in the end. His lows never last and his highs are rapid and sharp. Instead, his line looks like a typical line with a few bumps in it. That's why he's in the hunt in every shoot. He doesn't do anything special except shoot good shots all the time, and he makes very few mistakes. The phrase should be changed from "Be Like Mike" to "Be Like Tony."
I've known and shot with Darrin on and off since the mid 1990s, and I appreciate his calm demeanor. Even when he gets upset, he keeps it in check. He focuses intently at the task on hand, and he cheers on his peers. He fist bumps you for a good shot, and he lets you know how much he appreciates a good arrow to aim at. He doesn't acknowledge the bad parts of a round if you're struggling, and you can tell he doesn't like to watch others struggle, even if its for his benefit. Darrin is and always has been one of my favorite people I've ever met in archery. I also think he's one of the most underrated pros who has ever shot a bow. Most people don't know Darrin shot a 900 in Vegas once upon a time. I respect his talent, and I find his transition to left-handed shooting inspiring. I'd like to have some of his talent because he is one talented individual.
Scott Price was in the group both days too. I've shot with Scott a number of times over the last few years, and I've always shot well when shooting with him. However, that didn't hold true this past weekend. That was no fault of Scott's. I own that, and it's just the way it goes. Scott's daughter walked onto our range after she had finished to tell him she had made the cut in Female Pro. I could tell that made his weekend. He was proud, and he couldn't hide it. I felt happy for him when they shared the quick moment before she walked away as quickly as she had appeared. After all, we were shooting a target right next to the road.
When Jackie Caudle joined us after his group was broken up, I was glad to have Jackie with us. Jackie is in his '70s now, and most people don't realize how many things he has won in his archery career. If you ever want to be surprised, then go and do some research. His resume is impressive. He always goes out of his way to ask how I'm doing and to offer the entire archery community good thoughts and experience.
While sitting back and trying to figure out how I shot three fives straight left in a five-target stretch, I don't have any answers for you. All I can say is that when your blood goes that low, it's very similar to being drunk to the point where you lose conscious ability of what you're doing. I'm not sure if I was seeing double and shooting at the wrong target since all three arrows that first day hit in the same exact spot. I'm not sure if my string was hitting my raincoat sleeve, or if I was just thinking I was making good shots and I was doing something drastically wrong. I really don't know what happened, so I guess I'll just own it. It happened; I don't know what caused it; and I'm not giving any extra attention to it.
While I'd like to go into the phenomenal ending of the year for my buddy and shooting partner Jacob Slusarz, I'm going to save that for later this week. He deserves his own space and not to be filed into my recollections of last weekend about my own performance. There were also many others from my region who deserve their own space, but I won't lie when I tell you that John Freeman is one of the people who has an awesome story. He repeated as IBO World Champion after struggling all year to rehab a shoulder injury. Grit, determination and will power allowed him to get it done. Here are some pictures from our weekend.
Here's Jeff right after getting hit by a fallen limb, putting him out of the tournament. The next pictures are of his shoulder after the injury took effect. He's lucky to be alive and makes it evident that when it's our time, it's our time.
We ordered the Big Daddy pizza one night, and this is what we got. It's the biggest pizza I've ever seen.