Unlike most city kids, I have a lot of fond childhood memories that involve time in the woods. I have my grandfather to thank for that. He went out of his way to make sure his grandkids got out of the proverbial concrete jungle from time to time and visited an archery club.
It wasn’t until fairly recently that I made a point to get back into the sport of archery. Things have changed a great deal since my childhood but it is just as fun today as is was twenty-something years ago. I’m grateful that my three year old daughter also shares an interest in the sport. I’ve been trying to nurture that interest and it is paying off, slowly but surely.
Today I was surprised with fantastic weather and a bit of free time. With my daughter spending time with her grandmother, I decided to use this bit of free time to visit Stowe Archers and get my new bow sight dialed in. After fighting off the gnats for an hour on the practice range, I went out to the field course to shoot it for the very first time since joining the club.
Walking the field course, shooting four arrows at paper animals, brought back those fond childhood memories. As I walked through the woods, I realized that I missed those quite times in the woods more than I thought. My grandfather passed away several years back. I’ll never be able to recreate those memories but I’m going to do my best to create new ones with my daughter.
If I’m lucky, maybe I could even inspire my brother and father to pick archery up again. I have some nieces and nephews that may also enjoy archery.