Monday, July 29, 2024

2024 IBO Northeast Triple Crown

 


  I've been involved in competitive archery in New England and New York since the early 1990s. I've seen many things come and go, and I've been a part of things that encountered stumbling blocks along the way. Now, our region has a few different options to choose from when it comes to 3D shooting, including the RBD, the ASA, and the IBO.

  I will be forever tied to the IBO because that's where I found my way in this sport, and I have encouraged others to follow since those days in the '90s. Although I support all archery, my heart is tied to the IBO. I've found great success there over the years, and I still believe what I was told when I started: the IBO will bring out and identify the greatest 3D shooters, as it tests all skills involved, including yardage judging, which is how the game started. Over the years, many of us have forgotten that all of these 3D tournaments are games, and each game requires shooters to strategize and figure out how to play it to the best of their ability. 

  A few years ago, there was some turmoil in New England when a line was drawn in the sand. Many people became tentative and got angry with each other. However, I was brought up on the beach and learned to play in the sand as a kid. I would watch the water wash away sand castles and create places to build new things. The water had no mercy and paid no attention to different architectural designs on the beach. I approached the situation the same way. 

  That's when three of us got together and formed a series of shoots that would be referred to as the IBO Northeast Triple Crown to give people an idea of what it feels like to compete for an overall prize. We figured we would let people experience what goes on at the national events in hopes of encouraging them to travel and try the same type of thing where they could compete against the best shooters in the country for a chance at winning the IBO National Triple Crown, the most coveted prize in 3D archery.

  There were some headaches in the beginning, and the other two organizers quickly had to devote more time to their children. That's when Tyler Thygesen and Rob LeLacheur stepped up and jumped into the ring in an attempt to keep the tradition alive and well. The three of us spent a lot of time talking about different things and trying to make decisions to benefit the shooters as well as ourselves, since all of us have very busy lives as well. That's why we put it in the hands of trusted individuals who have supported the IBO over the years. Although we ran into one hiccup with this and got blindsided, we navigated through the rough waters and were able to get the ship sailing straight again and pretend it never happened. There will never be a ship that doesn't have to navigate rough waters after getting a great forecast from a less-than-deserving weatherman. 

  That brings us to this year. As I sit here a week before the festivities of the IBO World Championship begin, Tyler, Rob and I would like to say thank you to every shooter in our region who has supported us, given us help, and shared new ideas. We have had to make some rough decisions since we began working together, but please know that we all do it as a team. If we can't handle anything or don't know what to do, we seek advice from the main office and let them have the final decision. A lot more goes into this than anyone can possibly imagine. I've always admired all the people who run archery organizations and tournaments. It takes a special person to do it and listen to all the nonstop complaints. While there are people who give compliments, the complaints can drag you down and question why you're doing it. A complaint is one thing, and constructive criticism is another thing. While I've done my share of both, I've tried being much more diplomatic about my criticisms in modern times. Please walk lightly when trying to lend advice. Not many people have thick enough skin to not become offended, then they hold grudges and refuse to make changes for the betterment of shooters.

  We had good crowds at all of our events this year, and we would like to thank the effort put forth by all of you. Without you, we could never pull this off. I encourage many of you to bring a friend next year and introduce them to some 3D archery. You can look at it as a short-distance TAC event. You're only competing with yourself, and there's a class for everyone. In our third leg this year we had over 100 shooters at the event. Third legs always get the least amount of participation, and we were ecstatic to have the turnout we did for that event. Walter Muzzey took the lead for this tournament and set a fantastic course. It resembled a national course to the T. 

  I'd like to encourage all of the people at the IBO World Championship to come up with ideas for your own regions. West Virginia already has its own Triple Crown, as we do here in New England. Please reach out to your state reps or the parent office and try to organize your own series of events. Don't rely on the reps but let them help you. You can still do these types of things as clubs. This is how we will continue to grow the organization that was put in place to preserve our rights as bowhunters, and those rights are under fire right now in many arenas that are unknown to most. You must also remember that it is a game, and yardage judging is part of the game. I like all archery games, and I never would've known this if I didn't try all of them. All of the guys in the picture at the beginning of this are part of our extended family of archers in New England. I encourage you to go above and beyond and create new members of your family through the creation of events that model themselves after national events. Good luck and God bless. I'll see you on the trail.

  Tyler, Rob and I would like to thank all IBO members and non-members for their support. All three of us support all things archery, and we would like to encourage others to do the same. It takes a team to create anything, and it also creates a team that comprises open-minded people who can look into the future and understand it's up to them to pass on the heritage they have come to love. 

Sunday, July 28, 2024

ASA NY State Championship & Third Leg of the IBO Northeast Triple Crown


  A little less than two weeks ago, I set up a new Supra X and decided to give it everything I had for the next two weeks to decide if that would be the bow I would finish bring to the Classic and the IBO World  to finish the season. Sometimes you can catch lightning in a bottle and ride it to the finish line. Other times, the trial period can wreak havoc on your mind and make you start questioning your ability. In my attempts to rush and get it exactly where I wanted it, I ran into the latter. After the two events this weekend and last week's event, I decided the bow and I don't have a good enough relationship to complement each other at this time. However, if I were headed to a dot tournament, I wouldn't hesitate to bring the bow. I'm unsure why I can get it to pound while shooting at dots, and it just hasn't fallen into place on the 3D range. I don't have anymore time to waste to figure it out, so I'm bringing my black Dominator Duo 35 to the ASA Classic next weekend. I have a lot of miles behind that bow, and in my two previous events shooting it, I landed in the top 8 in both events. I have a lot of confidence behind that bow, and I know what it does under certain situations. So now I'll fill you in on the weekend. I won't go into depth, but I'll give a quick rundown, as I have many things to do this week before we head South. 

                                                     NY State ASA Championship

  Although Jacob and I aren't eligible to shoot in ASA federation shoots due to being in pro classes, we can participate as walk-ons, so that's what we did. When I woke up that morning, my blood glucose level was at 44. I ate some breakfast, took insulin to compensate for it, and headed west. Halfway into the trip, I realized my blood was going through the roof. When we got out of the truck, I checked it, and it was at 385... it should be about 80. I couldn't hold my bow to save my life, but I got through the first 20 targets at 2 down. I had all I could do to get through my shots. The pin literally went from head to tail and back to belly, but somehow the arrows found their way into good places for the most part. Over the last 10 targets, we began talking a lot, and my concentration level began to slope downhill. I was satisfied with the first 20 and called it good. However, I couldn't judge how the bow really shot with all of the medical conditions I dealt with throughout the day. At the second target my blood was 465 and when we finished the round, it was under 40. I literally beat the shit out of me. That is the issue I face when living with a hidden disease. I look fine from the outside, but internally I'm all but fine. It made shooting way more difficult than imaginable, and it gets frustrating at times. I'm glad I don't have anything worse than Type 1 diabetes, but it's still something that people just can't understand, not even Type 2s... it's just not the same. 

  I'm glad I went to the ASA shoot, even thought it was a three hour and 20-minute ride. I felt good to see targets in an ASA-type setting, and my yardage judging was good. Jim Burdic got it right, and I don't believe he's ever been to a national ASA. Of all the regional ASAs I've shot, including the ones in New England and the ones in New York, this one was the best. The range gave people who have never gone to a Pro-Am a true feeling for what it might feel like if they do. The tournament was run with a shotgun start and people were grouped with their peers. They got exactly what they would get at a national event. 

  My dad shot his best round of the year, and I firmly believe it was because there was minimal walking, and his body was able to handle it better than marching all over the countryside and getting tired out. I'm not sure, but I think he shot 10 down and lost about 6 or 8 points right near the end when he was getting tired. It felt great to see him shoot well. We have both struggled mightily at times this year, and he's been working to correct some of his issues. 

  Melissa also showed that her work is paying off. Although she had a few get away from her during the day, she stayed steady and remained mentally in tune. Like my dad, she also went on a run on the last 10 targets and put the pedal to the floor. She ended up winning the ASA State Championship for her class. Great job, Melissa. Your journey has been fun to watch, and you make all of us proud with your dedication to improving and learning all you can. It's been rewarding to watch from afar. I'm not sure I've ever seen so much improvement by one person in such a short time period, other than Aiden. You guys are doing great and just keep getting better. Thanks for making all of us look good. 

  Once again, if you get a chance to qualify for the New York State Championship next year, take advantage of it. This was well run and set up great for being an ASA. It's too bad the federation shoots in New England couldn't qualify shooters for this shoot. I bet they could work together and get a great turnout. I saw Kentucky's turnout this past weekend, and they had about 20 pros there from all over.

                                                  Third Leg of IBO Northeast Triple Crown

  While I'll write more about this event later on, I'll touch on it briefly here. Once again, I woke up with some blood issues. However, they cleared up until we started, at which time it went low and stayed there the rest of the day. 

  My hold wasn't great today, but it was better than yesterday. I battled through it and did the best I could. As we continued along the path, I had a difficult time feeling good behind the bow. I never felt poorly, but I did feel like I was working too hard. It felt like working too hard for nothing. Although my shots felt decent, the results weren't matching. Eventually, I put it all in the back of my mind and focused on judging. When it comes right down to it, judging is where I've struggled this year, and I know that has been a weakness. I did get fooled a few times along the way, but overall, I had a great day judging. 

  Shooting prevented me from being where I felt I should've been, but after dealing with the blood dilemma on Saturday and having it drain every last bit of energy from my body, I basically had nothing left. The effects of it were clearly seen on Sunday, as I shot the lowest score I've shot at a regional event in over 10 years. I guess it just shows you that anything can happen at anytime. Sometimes, we don't like the results, but getting obsessed with a bad outing can lead to bad things. The only think I can really say to anyone is that sh*t happens, and you have to have the ability to let it go and never give it another thought. I know what happened, and I also used the last two weeks to figure out if the new bow had what I needed to make me better. Sometimes different risers give us different feels, and we gain confidence. I didn't gain much confidence, but I also didn't allow it to drain my confidence. I know what I can do, and I'm just thankful I used the weekend to gives things an honest chance before making a decision. I felt the decision was made for me without much effort on my part. It could've gone either way, and I'm glad I did what I did the last two weeks. I don't recommend that people change their stuff as much as I have changed this year, but I also would tell you to bring the equipment to the big events that give you the most confidence. I will be doing that, and I'll see where the chips land when I'm done. It has been a rough year for a variety of reasons, so I'm going with no expectations. I'll shoot my bow and see where the arrows land. 

  In the last 10 years, I've shot many tournaments in New York and New England. This particular tournament ranked near the top for me. However, I did see where it could've been difficult for older people with a lot of the walking up and down steep hills to retrieve arrows. Older people have a difficult time with that, and we need to keep this in mind. Personally, I loved it, and I would encourage people who aren't in as good of shape to not score arrows or keep score. Instead, stay on top of the hills while arrows are retrieved. 

  Wally, Tom and the rest of the crew at Grafton deserve an awful lot of credit for this course. This was set up well, and it delivered. Jason VanHillo always set great courses, but this one could rival any of those too. There wasn't an awful lot of yardage, but it was tricky yardage. There were plenty of shorter yardages, but the long ones were tricky too. It made every class work. 

  Wally did see a problem while walking with us that he didn't see on Saturday. He set some targets during the week while the sun wasn't shining, and they didn't look too bad. Although he said the targets were much easier to see on Saturday, he was with us on Sunday while the sun was brutal and right at our back while shooting into the dark woods. I shot an 8 on a bedded doe that was in your face, like shooting indoors in the winter, and I hit it way to the right. I believe I hit it where the pin was sitting since I had to lead it off. Honestly, I couldn't even tell I was on the target. 

  When setting courses, these are the things we can easily miss. I'd always encourage people to make it a shooting contest rather than a contest of luck, and the luck is all when you get to the target and what the conditions are when you get there. 

  Besides those few small errors, this was top-notch. At the end of the day, I ordered a turkey sandwich... and the turkey was actually a baked turkey, not sliced deli turkey. They loaded my plate, and with the heart issues I'm battling, it felt good to have a healthy lunch after shooting. This was a pleasant surprise and seemed to be a big hit. I appreciated their efforts. 

  I'd like to keep going, but I don't have much tonight. To sum it up, this was the roughest two weeks I've had in archery in a long time, but I'm putting it behind me and going back to the well. We'll see if I can pull up an ice-cold bucket of water and drink it down. We will be headed to the classic on Wednesday this week and the IBO World the following Tuesday. I won't lie. I'm ready to be done with it, and I might just strip everything off my bows and hang up them up after the IBO World. I just need to focus on other things and get my mind right for what's a head. The journey will not be easy, but I know the road for me to travel is awaiting with many uncertainties. I hope to see many of you over the next few weekends, and I wish all of you luck. Shoot well and give it your best shot. Never be afraid to take a few steps backward in hopes of leaping forward. Don't get focused on scores when you have other things you're working toward. That's the only way you'll get to where you want to go. Take the highs and lows the same, and don't let people see any difference in the way you walk. 


   

Tuesday, July 23, 2024

Northeast ASA Championship


  This past weekend was the final shoot of the ASA series in New England. I'll preface this by saying I appreciate all of the efforts of everyone involved in putting this series together and giving archers of the region a different game to play, after all anything to do with archery is a game when it comes right down to it. So thank you to everyone who puts in the long hours, including the volunteers of the organization, the volunteers at the clubs, the director of operations, and most importantly the ASA itself. 

  This series has given the shooters in New England a feel for what they see on Competition Media Archery when they watch the shootdown rounds. I know we've probably all seen at least a few of them. How anyone could not view someone from our region taking down the titans of professional archery in this format of shooting is beyond me, and I would imagine most of you have viewed Jacob showing why he is one of the best in the sport of archery... all archery including 3D and target. 

   It was a long drive home from Ohio last weekend, and I had to do some soul searching. When looking in the mirror, it can sometimes be difficult to see the person staring back at you. It takes some navigating to figure out if that person is who you think he is or if it's just an apparition that is passing by in the moment. 

  After pulling into the driveway and putting that behind me, I got a good night's sleep and thought about the last few events of the year. At this point, I've had about enough, but I will continue on the path until I shoot my last arrow at the IBO World Championship in a few weeks. At that point, I'll be glad to put the bow in the closet and not touch it for a solid month, at which time I will get my hunting stuff out and put something together that will help me send and arrow through a deer's rib cage. 

 I got a new bow on Monday evening and spent Tuesday putting strings on it and roughing it in. The heat was unbearable, and it made it difficult to do many of the things with it that I would've liked to have done. However, I felt comfortable with it when we headed to Masschusetts for this event. I wanted to try it and see how it worked. I had to do a lot of things to get the speed out of it that is required for me to be competitive in my class. One of the things I had to do was set it up with an underspined arrow, but I've had good look with arrows that fall on the border of the chart over the years. The bow did not seem overly forgiving to me, but I wanted to shoot it at an event, especially one that had terrain because terrain will expose the flaws in a hurry. Yes, the bow might look like the one I was shooting last month. It's the same riser, but instead of having M2 cams on it, it now has SE2 cams on it. I loved the M2 cam, but it was beating up by surgically repaired shoulder, and I couldn't shoot any volume of arrows without paying the price for it. That's why I made the change.

                                                       Game Time

  We got an early start and arrived at the shoot around 8:00 a.m. It was a gorgeous day, and I looked forward to seeing how the bow would react. I shot 12 arrows at the 30-yard butt before we went onto the course. The bow seemed to hold well, and every arrow but two found its way into the X. 

  After walking across a short field in the bright sunlight to get to Target 16, where we would start our day, the adjustment for my eyes was difficult when I stepped under the heavy canopy of the forest. It made it extremely difficult to see any type of definition on the target. 

  Looking down the hill at a hill country deer, it was a little irritating to see the target leaned forward, almost hiding the 8-ring on the low side. It also made the top of the 8 line appear to be where the center of the 10 is usually found while aiming from afar. 

  Shooting all uppers, I knew that would create a problem and aiming in the area you had to aim just to shoot a 10 seemed extremely low. I'm not sure if my subconscious mind didn't adjust to how the target was set, but I believe I was holding a pinch below the 8 line. When the shot fired, I felt good about it. However, the arrow landed above the 8-line for a 5, and my number was only two yards different than Jacob's and he made a good shot and had a good result. This is a prime example of paying more attention to what you're doing before you do it. You can't rely on targets being set upright, especially the ones that have plastic legs. Plastic legs down't allow for a target to stay in the correct position for too terribly long when people start yarning on the them to pull arrows. 

  I made a good shot on the next one, barely missing the 12 to the right... things were feeling good, but the pin was a little too busy for my subconscious mind. Then, we came upon a long boar (the small brown one), and I could see a shadow in the 12 ring. Although it was a bomb, I held on the spot and executed my shot. The arrow hit right over the 12-ring.

  As we made our way through the first half, I began realizing the bow wasn't quite right. The draw length was a pinch too short, and it was causing a jittery sight picture with some occasional quick jolts. It was causing me to miss some stuff high and other things to the right. As we neared the end of the first half, the bow just didn't feel well in my hands. I ended up shoot a handful of 8s in a row while trying to manage the sight picture and the extremely slow shot execution. It came to a head when I shot a 5 on a wolf that was set in a dark area. I couldn't see where I needed to aim, so I just tried shooting a good shot and the arrow hit the target at the base of the next, top of the shoulder. I guess the bonus is that it was a good shot, even if it landed in la-la land. 

                                                              Second Half

  After shooting the last target on the first half, I stopped at the target change and lengthened the throw (vinyl connector) on my release. This allowed my from arm to extend a tad farther and settled down the sight picture. 
  
  It appeared to have a positive affect, as I shot a 12 on the mule deer to start the second half. Things continued in the right direction throughout the half, but I still wasn't satisfied with how the bow was aiming. The jittery, jerky sight picture wasn't nearly as bad as it was on the first half, but it was still disconcerting to deal with while trying to be calm and confident at full draw.

  The slight change in the release, which essentially lengthened the draw length, made enough of a different to get me through the last 15 targets with only one 8. I was also able to aim at some 12s and get them while also missing a few along the way. When I finished the day, I was content to know I learned a lot that I wouldn't have learned any other way. Although the 288 on the scorecard wasn't reflective of my yardage judging or execution, it told me the things I need to do to get the most out of the bow and get it to a place where I can confidently shoot it and consistently hit where I'm aiming. 

                                                        My Final Thoughts

    I'm glad things are winding down quickly. This spring/summer I've encountered some overwhelming things in my personal life, and it has made archery much less enjoyable. Of course, when you're used to competing at a high level, a lot of enjoyment comes from shooting well. This shoot allowed me to relax and take the result without much thought about it. For having the bow for three days before shooting it, I think it did well, and I learned what I need to know for the final two big events, the IBO World Championship and the ASA Classic. Unless something drastic happens in my head, I believe I will be taking Barney 2.0 with me to those events. In the past, I shot some of my best scores ever with my red Supra Focus, and this bow feels like home in my hands. I also believe it will shoot better than the Supra Focus used to shoot. I look forward to seeing what it does. I will most likely be shooting it indoors, too. I'm still not sure if I will stick with the 37' model or go to the 40. In all the years of shooting indoors, I always shot my best with 40' bows. 

  When I settled in for the evening on Sunday night, I smiled when I saw some photos online. This photo warmed my heart. 


  This picture speaks volumes in many ways. I can see Matt Witkowski in the back, and this makes me realize that other people deal with the same silent disease with which I deal. We might seem "normal" to anyone who talks to us, but we battle a disease that is difficult to understand from an outsider's perspective. Most people think we can't eat sugary and that's about it. Unfortunately, we live with the leading cause of blindness, the leading cause of kidney failure and the leading cause of heart disease. If a Type 1 diabetic can run the gauntlet of life and not encounter one of those warriors waiting in line with a tomahawk to smash the life out of you, you are a fortunate one. Some make it to the end of the run with bruises and wounds, and others barely get past the first few warriors. Although taking care of yourself is paramount to getting through the line, you can also take care of yourself better than all others and still take a tomahawk to the back of the skull and tumble into the ground. When it's your time, it's your time... death has no favorites, so live it well. 

  I also see Aiden Pfiitze and Rob LeLacheur in this picture. There are a lot of stories about these two, and I met both of them through archery. Even though they are decades apart in age, they both of their own stories. I feel fortunate to have met both of these people. They have given me insight that I might have been lacking at times, and they've helped me become a better archer and to look at things with a different perspective. It's also a reminder to treat everyone kindly because you never know when you might need someone, whether it be for an ear, a ride, a smile or just a pat on the back and a vote of confidence. When we are all out there on the range, try to remember that someone looks up to you, no matter who you might be. 

  I enjoyed shooting these ASA shoots this year. Although I have all of my own ASA targets, it's always nice to see targets in different pieces of woods. It makes the eyes accustomed to target size and helps when judging distance or even where to aim if you're shooting known distance. 

  With the good, always comes a little constructive criticism too. I can't remember when I attended my first national ASA Pro-Am, but I believe it was around 1997. I attended my first national IBO in 1993. In many ways, it seems like these events were 5-10 years ago. Time flies. I wish I could grab it and slow it down, but that' just not possible. It's hard to believe I'm in the senior class now. I can still remember when my dad turned 50 and entered the senior class for the first time. It caused all sorts of controversy because people didn't think 50 should be the cut-off for senior class. Funny how things go as we age. 

  Having seen both of these organizations since their infancy, I just wish we could have ASA events in New England that truly represented the ASA national shoots. I think it would increase attendance, and it would make it a social affair where everyone is on the same range shooting with their peers. It could be run just like they run the practice ranges at the nationals. 

  For anyone who doesn't know, ASA ranges are set up down flat roads. You can see from one end of the course to the other end and the targets are in lanes that are right on top of each other. Targets may be as close at 5-10 yards apart, but very rarely 20 yards apart. After you shoot your arrows, the group steps forward and waits for the groups on both sides to finish. When the group on your left and right are all done, everyone walks to the target together to score and pull. Things go quickly, you shoot with your peers, the kitchen has all its activity at the same time, and people can more easily socialize. There is very little terrain at national ASAs and it's an entirely different look than IBOs. There's no wandering through the woods from station to station. Instead, you walk 10 yards to the left and shoot your next shot. It takes minimal work to set up. It's easier for older people, people with kids, and people who aren't in good physical shape. It makes hot days easier because there's very little physical activity involved. It's basically 3D target shooting. Why not have our normal IBO courses in the northeast and try to actually set up an ASA just like a national ASA instead of having IBO courses with ASA targets? Don't get me wrong, I don't mind things as they are, but at the same time, I think it would be an eye-opening experience for a lot of people, and it adds an element that you can't get anywhere else unless you attend a national. It prepares people for nationals. That's the reason why New Englanders have always been very successful at national IBOs; they get the proper practice... practice that clearly resembles the national events. 

  I was a little disappointed with a few of the target sets too. When we came upon a downhill lynx, we had to try to figure out if we had, indeed, missed the actual shooting stakes. How could anyone set a target at the angle it was set at? We were basically shooting it head-on, and that was coming from a target that was leaning so far forward, it would have been impossible to shoot an 8 on the target without missing it. That target goes back to the plastic leg thing. McKenzie definitely doesn't do anyone any favors with those legs, other than shipping costs are probably slightly lower with them. if you look at the arrow on the far left, you can see that someone could actually hit the nose of the target and take a 5. However, if the arrow went through the tip of the nose, it would be an 8. I get the fact that everyone has to shoot it, but nobody wants to travel any distance and shoot shots they can find at local clubs while using their hunting bows and looking for bragging rights on the novelty shots. Let's do better. 

  When I was eating some lunch after finishing my round, I looked on the wall of the club and saw this picture.

 I smiled, and it brought me back to my childhood. I still have this same picture in my collection of stuff. I received it when I was a kid, and I always wondered how the deer could be jumping out of the water, but the water is unbroken. Anyhow, it brought me back in time and genuinely made me happy for the few seconds I looked at it. I used to stare at it in my house for hours on end and try to figure out what the person was thinking when they put it together. 

  Another thing about the club is the fact that they have an amazing field course. I've seen a lot of field courses but not many that can compare to theirs. Sometimes we take things for granted, and I hope none of the members take that club for granted. They have a really long indoor range, their outdoor range is second to none, and the field course is amazing. They have a great kitchen, nice bathrooms and great, friendly people to welcome you. I appreciate all of those things. 

  I heard through the grapevine that Rob LeLacheur is the only one who has shot their field course since they put the targets up a short time ago. Well, I think I'm gonna take up field archery. When I was looking at his groups, I think I might be able to give him a run for his money. It'll me close, after all I'm an old guy who can't see well now, and he's a younger guy who fried a lot of his memory many years ago. Either way, here are some of his recent arrow holes from his four rounds. As you can see, he must've shot a bonus arrow. If Wags plays, he might pound both of us. 


  I spent Sunday at Catamount bowhunters to get more time behind the bow after making a few more changes. Then I spent Monday night at a local place to get more time behind it. I'm just trying to learn what I can as quickly as possible. Between the last 17 targets on Saturday, the 30 targets on Sunday and the 15 targets last night, I've only shot three 8s, and two of them were from misjudged yardage. I feel good about where the bow is at, but I still feel I have a ways to go. Thanks again to everyone involved in setting up and running the ASA events. I enjoyed all of them and appreciate all of the time, work and dedication that is required to bring shooters events to attend. 


















 

Tuesday, July 16, 2024

3rd Leg of the IBO National Triple Crown

 

  Going into this event, I felt somewhat out of sorts. I didn't get any practice on any ranges other than my own, and the miserable weather limited my time behind the bow. I also figured I needed time away from the bow to clear my head. I've been battling many demons behind the bow and in my personal life, and these things have made it extremely difficult to concentrate. I went into the event with no expectations. 

                                                                  Practice Day

 When we got to the venue, all the guys decided to shoot the field round. I didn't want to do that, so I hung out and chatted with Darrin Christenberry and Tim Gillingham for a while. After discussing many things, including Tim telling me to try squeezing the trigger rather than shooting it with back tension, I headed to the practice bags. When I began shooting, I experimented with some of the things we talked about, and it felt pretty good. I'll have to dig deeper into the method when I have more time to experiment. Tim had good points, and I appreciated his insight on it. 

  When I finished shooting at the practice bags, I headed to the defense range to shoot with Darrin and Loren Lohr. I didn't really feel like shooting, and the other end of those feeling displayed what was going on in my head. I walked off the range feeling a little defeated, but I didn't put too much thought into it. I spent the next few hours waiting for the guys to finish shooting the field round, and the heat was almost unbearable. Finally, when they finished in mid-afternoon, they wanted to shoot some 3D targets, so I headed back onto the practice range with them. This time, I felt a little better and shot well. 

                                                                      Day 1
   Arriving at target 18 to start my day, I saw a bedded buck at the end of the lane. The target had its back to us and was set at a slight angle. It was a bomb, too. Larry Kade's courses are very predictable. He always has targets facing the opposite direction; he puts big targets closer than they are usually seen; he uses the middle numbers a lot;  nine out of 10 times the alligator is always between 45-50 yards; there are a lot of uphill shots; grazing does are almost always 45-50 yards. With the predicatability as it is, it makes shooting the bow of utmost importance because you basically know what you're going to get. Unfortunately, at this tournament, I just let my mind wander and didn't pay attention to all of the things that are regular occurrences. 

  My day started off on a bad note when I pegged the number but hit to the right of the 10-ring. As I made my way through the day, I had no interest in being there. We also had a discussion at my third target of the day when we were asked questions about what we could do to get more attendees at the tournaments. The idea of shootdown rounds was also brought up in conversation. Digger, Darrin and I offered our opinions, and the opinions weren't exactly welcomed. Instead, it appeared our ideas were not listened to at all, especially with the concerns considering the shootdown rounds. There isn't much way to make a comeback in an IBO shootdown round due to the targets chosen and the distances they are placed. It's already hard to 11 a 48-yard impala, but it's even more difficult to inside out one of the smallest rings. Then, I'm not sure you can inside-out a turkey with a big arrow. If targets were set at a variety of closer yardages mixed in with a few long ones, it will make the rounds more exciting with the possibility of shooters changing back and forth from arrow to arrow. It's a moot point, but that's what we talked about for a little bit. 

  At the end of the day, I walked off the course with my tail tucked between my legs. My inability to concentrate and focus led me astray. At day's end, I found myself in last place. The bottom is a lonely place, and a place that isn't nice when you're not used to being there. I definitely earned my placing. When the stone started rolling downhill, I couldn't stop it like I had in many previous attempts. I was thoroughly embarrassed as I headed to the car. Archery has come to the point this year that it simply isn't fun anymore. However, I'll finish my season with the next two events and see what happens. 

                                                               Day 2


  Going into Day 2, I had no idea what to expect, other than I knew it would be difficult to match the previous day's performance. I went into it with one thing in mind: show myself what I am capable of doing on a regular basis. 

  When I got to my stake, I greeted Jackie Caudle and Ted Richards. They asked me what I was doing on that stake with them. I told them that I had a rough day, like them, and we would have to see if we could all do better the second day. 

  My day started off well and continued that way for the first 10 targets. I shot relaxed, powerful shots and felt great about every shot. Shots flowed more smoothly than they have the entire year, and it brought me to a place I hadn't been in a long time. I felt like I could stand on my head and stay above par. Although I misjudged a few targets and hit both of them high, they were both good shots and landed above the 10. Near the end of my round, I could see a hole at the bottom of the 10-ring on the turkey, so I held my pin on it and hoped it would hit just above it. After executing a perfect shot, the arrow pierced the hole, and I thought I had the 10. However, the bottom of the 10-line was shot out, making it difficult to tell if the arrow was in or out. We ended up calling it out, but I believe it could've gone either way since there was no line. 

  I ended my day by shooting perfect shots on an alert deer and a long, downhill antelope, hitting the antelope barely to the right of the 11. I had made my comeback and felt like I belonged. This year has been a nightmare at times, and at other times, I feel like Superman. Unfortunately, I have yet to have two good days in a row this year. I think it's still in there, and I'll keep fighting until I can't fight anymore. 

  After tallying up the scores, I felt a small sense of relief to learn I had shot one of the highest scores of the day in my class. Going from the bottom to the top in a day confirmed what I had already known: I can still compete at the highest level when things are going well.  I finished the day a 3 up for a 203. 
 
My Final Thoughts on the Weekend

  I haven't shared too much with any of you about the things I've faced this year, but it has been a rough go. I haven't had a day this year when my mind has felt calm, centered and focused solely on archery. There seems to be all sorts of thoughts running through it that can lead to disaster if not harnessed. However, I feel like I'm always doing a good job keeping the dirty devil where he belongs... hidden. 

  Between dealing with my own health issues, as well as my family members' health issues, this year has been an all-out struggle to stay above water and tread it while trying not to drown. I've had water sloshing around in my lungs for a long time now, and I almost swallowed the air with it last weekend. I didn't even fight to keep from being pulled under. Instead, I gave in and let the demons of the depth pull me into the darkness. Once I arrived there and looked them in the face, I didn't like it. They overtook me and stuck pitchforks in my belly and needles in my eyes. I had succumbed to their power and felt helpless. I was lost, searching for my own soul and not knowing if I really wanted to do this anymore. I do it because it's fun, and it simply hasn't been fun lately. There are things going on in my life that are hard to deal with while also performing at a top level. Although I've shared a few things, I won't get into the depth of anything else. I'm doing the best I can, and trying as hard as I can, maybe too hard at times. I'd also like to apologize to anyone who was around me when I was overwhelmed on Saturday afternoon when we were eating after the round. Over the years, I've had a way of withstanding all the blows given to me. I will find the path and walk through the walls to a better place. I appreciate all of your support, whether it be by text, phone calls or in general conversation. I appreciate each and every one of you. I just think sometimes it's good to know that everyone struggles. There are great times and not so great times in life... and in archery. If you haven't experienced them yet, you will. It's your job to figure out how to navigate the tough times. 
  I'd like to congratulate a few people. Dave Ferguson never ceases to amaze me. He won the third leg, and this means he won two out of the three legs. This is a feat that is unbelievably hard to accomplish. He deserves these wins, and he works really hard like the rest of us. It's great to see my friends achieve things like this because I enjoy their success as much as they do. Congratulations, Dave. Great job. 



  Christine Bushey went into the weekend with a chance to come home a Triple Crown Champion. I've slept on that before, and that can lead to some restless nights in the month leading up to the last leg. However, there's no place I'd rather be. She withstood all challengers and wrapped up the championship. She's a fighter and good is never good enough... she strives to be Great! Incredible job, Christine. It's been a pleasure to watch you from afar. 



  Haylee Yamin found herself on the leaderboard in a pro class for the first time. That can also wear on your nerves at night. You know you're in the hunt, and. you have to hold on the next day. It shows you that you belong. I was excited to see Haylee give herself a chance going into the second day. She beat and hung tight to many of the best of the best. Great job, Haylee. Keep at it and you'll find the way to the top in no time. 



  Derek Eastman won what I believe is his first national event, taking down one of the best shooters, Blake Kitching, who has ever competed in the MBR division. Although the division doesn't have the high number or shooters that it used to, Kitching is still a tough guy to beat and has the hardware to prove it. Congratulations, Derek. Here's to much more success in the future. 


  Jake LaFontaine brought game with him to the bowhunter defense shoot-off and gave it a great run. He mowed down some really tough competition and found himself with a chance to win $1,000. He came up just short and took home a $500 check for second place. Congratulations, Jake. It was great to watch you perform. 



  And the guy I just can't help but mention is my buddy Zac Mull. This guy is one of the best shooters I've ever had the pleasure of shooting with or against. His shot is great. He's a mental warrior, and he comes to win. He's got game, and he can intimidate anyone who watches him shoot. Zac ran the table and won all three events of the Triple Crown, which led to him being crowned as the National Triple Crown Champion. Congratulations, Zac. Your shooting amazes me, and I love watching you beat up on other people. I'm always rooting for you, and hope you see continued success. I'm also thankful I don't have to shoot against you anymore. I'm not sure I have the ability to keep up with the pace you have set. ... it's phenomenal. 


  While I've missed many others, these were the ones that were in my mind when I was finishing this up. Congratulations to everyone else who laid it down. I hope those of you who had a weekend similar to mine will find a way to put it behind you and work toward your next event. On to 
Cincinnati ... or maybe we should say the IBO World this time. 






Monday, July 1, 2024

Metropolis ASA Pro-Am

 


  Although I haven't had one of these since February, I'd like to stop writing this right now and forget the weekend ever happened. However, there are a few things I'd like to share, so this one will probably be fairly short due to the fact that I don't have much I want to focus on about this event. 

                                                                  Practice Day(s)

  We actually had a day and a half of practice at this event due to the time of our flight on Wednesday. We were able to shoot a few arrows at the practice bags, then head onto the practice range, where we met up with Bill McCall and shared a few laughs while shooting some foam critters. 

  With minimal sleep, my body and mind didn't feel well, but the bow seemed to shoot OK. There were no major catastrophes on the practice range, and I felt good about my shot and my numbers. When we finished for the day I was getting tired and decided to wrap it up so nothing negative could creep into my thoughts. 

  The next day we hit the bags in mid-morning before going back onto the practice range. My body was extremely stiff, and the never-ending issues with my shoulders appeared instantly when I drew the bow for the first time. I knew it wasn't going to be a good day to shoot due to the amount of pain and discomfort in my surgically repaired shoulder. 

  After spending a few hours on the range, we headed back to the hotel to get some rest and get ready for Day 1. Everyone felt good and seemed ready for the big event to kick off. 

                                                                      Day 1

  After having some issues with my insulin pump during the night, the beginning of the day started off as a disaster. Being sick for the better part of the last month, my blood sugar levels have been all over the map, and that surely doesn't help when trying to shoot a bow accurately 

  As I waited around for my day to start, I couldn't get my blood to come down off extreme highs. 


  Anyone who knows anything about Type 1 diabetes knows that a reading of that caliber is disastrous. It's difficult on the eyes to focus, and you feel like you've been dragged behind a car for 50 miles on a dirt road. It leaves you with no energy and a lack of focus. When the blood is that high, the only thing that can bring it down is to take more insulin or exercise, and exercise can make the heart work too hard due to the elevated level, risking severe heart attack. Therefore, I started taking more insulin to combat the highs, and I knew it would crash -- but when would it crash?

  Well, it didn't take long to figure out when the crash would be upon me, as it showed up during my round. My blood glucose dropped quickly, and I found myself battling to stay afloat. Unlike high levels, the low levels bring other problems with them. You will become very shaky, irritable, and your vision will sometimes make you see multiple images in front of yourself. Most diabetics compare severe low blood sugar to being severely intoxicated, almost to the point of not remembering anything you've done. Diabetics who are battling extreme lows are often mistaken for people believed to be drunk. 

  Waiting at my target assignment to start the day, I saw a bomb of a turkey at the end of the lane. There wasn't much guessing involved to figure out where to set the sight to stay in the 10-ring. While the young guns might go at it with a blaze of glory, most of us senior guys can't see that well or hold the bow that well to shoot right at a 12 at that distance. 

  After setting my sight and getting ready for the round to begin, I felt confident, even though I was battling the demons associated with the silent disease with which I live. Then, a few minutes before we were instructed to begin, I was moved into a different group. 

  I quickly got settled in and tried to set my sight in the correct neighborhood. Then, "Shoot'm Up" came ringing down the range. I barely had time to get settled, and I found myself leading the targets. Within seconds, my first arrow was in flight and I watched it as the arc came out of it, and it began it's descent toward the target. That's when I knew the day wasn't going to start as I had planned. The arrow landed squarely in the target below the vitals, and I was staring at a 5. 

  I battled the entire day, but that first arrow set the stage, and I never recovered from the start. At day's end, I found myself where I did in Foley back in February. Thoroughly embarrassed, I walked off the range knowing I would be pretty close to last place for the day. Nothing had gone right, and things just went off the rails. I never stopped fighting and clawing, but it was one of those days that I got pounded into the sand. I'm not sure if I was the litter in the litter box, or if I was what the cats buried in the box. Either way, I had a reality check as I walked down the dirt road through the forest to get back to the vendor area. 

                                                                       Day 2


  Going into Day 2, I knew I would have to accomplish and all-time low to compete with the previous day, and that wasn't in my plans. Instead, I figured I would make a bet with Darren Collins to at least put something on the line for the day. Since we both struggled the first day, we made a $5 bet on who could pass the most people on Day 2. I felt good about my chances, as he felt kid about his chances too. Heck, he was trying to win back the money he had lost when he bet Billy McCall on their billiards match the night before. He claims he won the match against Billy, but we have no way of proving it, other than the photo he texted me of Billy after the event, in which the loser had to wear a queen's crown.
 

  I'm not sure if there's a way to feel good after a first day like the one I had, but I definitely felt better when I saw the guys in my group, all good shooters. I would be shooting with Ray Young, Greg Ayers, Blake Burger and Brian Barley. When I saw that they all struggled on Day 1, it made me feel a little better about the day ahead. 

  While the others got off to a decent start, I quickly got behind the 8-ball and found myself staring at three consecutive 8s on my card. It appeared that the day was headed in the same direction as the previous day. 

  I buckled down and did my best to crawl out of the darkness I was creating. As we neared the end of the day, there was some excitement on the range when the group behind us spotted a copperhead slithering across one of the lanes in front of them. Then, a few minutes later, we had a very large rat snake paralleling the lane we were walking on as we returned from a wolf target. 

  When we finally finished, I found myself at 204 for the day, and I shot 10 up on the last 16 targets. I'll walk away from the event with that as my last thought. I dug out of a confidence hole and climbed onto the little train that climbed the mountain saying, "I can do it. I can do it. I can do it."

  When I got back to the vendor area, I learned I had won the bet with Darren. I moved from 32nd place the first day into 18th for the tournament. While it wasn't where I wanted to finish, I can't complain about jumping over that many people. Darren passed five people for the day. 


                                                                 My Thoughts on the Weekend


  Watching that guy in the picture makes me realize there are great shooters, then there are guys who rise above all others... he is one of them. I had a feeling a performance like the one he had was in the works after last weekend. As I watched the leaderboard from afar, I knew nothing was going to stop him, and nothing did stop him. 

  People often ask me what we talk about when he's in those big pressure situations. We don't talk a whole lot, but we do joke back and forth about different things, sometimes nothing to do with anything that's going on. Other times, we talk about the task at hand. I like it because it's calming to me. When I watch him on TV, I get stressed out and feel really anxious. However, when I'm out there with him and standing next to him, I don't feel that stress. I think I feel a continuation of what he's feeling ... in control and 100% confident he's going to accomplish the task at hand. 

  I can't explain what he really did over the weekend. He shot a score similar to the scores that many top-level known pro shooters shoot. Anyone who doesn't shoot unknown probably can't get a true idea of how difficult that task is. He also cleared the field by almost 10 points going into the shootdown round and then answered one of the all-time greats by winning with a 12 after Levi shot the 14. He is the future of archery. 

  Before the shootdown round started, Brady Myers asked me if I would hold the umbrella for him. While I would've loved to do it because we both represent PSE, Jacob is where my allegiance falls. If I can be there for a vote of confidence, I will always do that. At the same time, I felt honored that Brady asked me. He's a great kid and another one to watch in the future. Wouldn't it be cool if Jacob and Brady became the next Levi and Danny? Heck, you never know what might happen. Darren Collins ended up holding the umbrella for Brady, and we heckled one another throughout the festivities. I love the fact I'm surrounded by good people. I root for all of them. 

  It was also very cool to see my longtime friend Darrin Christenberry get his first win in the ASA as a lefty. His journey has been nothing short of miraculous. Although many people often overlook the fact that Darren Collins and Glenn Meadows both used to shoot right handed, I can respect all of their accomplishments after switching. Darrin C. just happens to be in the spotlight more than Glenn and Darrin. 

  Speaking of Glenn Meadows, he had a weekend similar to mine. His bow fell over and knocked the sight all out of line. Before he could get things reeled back in, the train went off the tracks and he just held on for his dear life. On Day 2, he lost his release early in the day and the train just skidded into the bushes. However, Glenn never gave up and continued pushing forward. I respect guys like Glenn, and I admire this never-quit attitude. We need more people like him, instead of the people who think everyone  should be a winner. These events teach us how to win and lose. 

  Jacob had an event we all dream of, and Christenberry had a Day 2 we dream of. However, Glenn and I rode the struggle bus and did what we could to save face. That's all you can do some days. We tried to learn as we went. I can't speak for Glenn, but I ended up learning a lot, and I'm thankful I didn't hang it up after Day 1. 

  I couldn't leave this out. I saw something on the semi-pro range that caught my attention and had to take a picture of it. Has anyone ever gone to a national event rocking this arrow rest? I guess anything is possible if you put your mind to it. 



  The year is coming to a close quickly, and it has been far from what I thought it might become at the beginning of the year. I've dealt with a lot of issues along the way, but I'm still giving it everything I have. Hopefully, I find a way to turn the corner and ride into the sunset on a better note than where things have led up to this point. Thank you for your support. I appreciate it. Although Jacob was like a real superman, this was the extent of my weekend. I was the headless Superman.