500 to the Left

500 arrows in and I’m adjusted to the weight. My grouping is all over the place. Don’t get me wrong, it was never perfect but it was tight-ish. Now instead of one or two flyers going wherever the heck they want to go–well–honestly, it looks like a 4 year got his hands on a light bright and just threw pegs wherever he felt like.

My affinity for shooting left is growing. I adjust my site my site and I still shoot left, I aim to the right off the target and guess where it goes–did you guess left? You’re correct!

Yesterday was the last practice before the Rowan Archery Team went on Spring Break. I taught the newbies some basics about their form. I think we’re going to be working on anchor points for a while. Frankly, I’m just happy they aren’t breaking their wrists and they’re drawing to their faces. After the girls learned some things about form we stopped looking for arrows in the woods–as much.

But back to my left shooting. I think I adjusted my site about 20 different times. At one point, I was shooting straight-ish, as in my shots weren’t going as left as they usually did, but after I retrieved my arrows and took the line again BOOM–left.

I can’t figure out why I’m going left. I focused on individual fixes while I was trying to fix my left issue. First I checked my stance, feet shoulder-width apart, 45* to the target, and then I clenched my butt cheeks to lock the position. Then I carefully swooped my arm down and reached toward the target and completed my draw. Lined up the string with the riser, transferred so that my arrow was just barely touching my clicker, held that and then lined my site up with the right side of the paper, checked to make sure everything was in place, and then released and watched the arrow go left.

At the very least, I’m just happy I’m hitting the target.

It was really windy yesterday. I’ve been shooting indoors so I’ve never really had to compensate for weather conditions. And before you say “That’s probably why your arrows were going left,” keep in mind that the wind was blowing to my right. And also to my front, it was a weird wind.

I want my grouping back. It might not have been perfect, but it was significantly tighter than what I’ve been shooting since we increased my weight.

By J. M. Tuckerman

J.M.Tuckerman is a neurodivergent writer with a big education. She holds an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults, an MA in Writing, and a BA in Writing Arts (specializing in Creative Writing, New Media Writing, and Publication; concentrating in New Media Production), which she somehow managed to earn despite her three very loud and large dogs. Jessica was lucky enough to intern at Quirk Books and Picador, USA while earning her master’s degrees. Her service dog, Ringo, is very proud of all that she has accomplished and hopes to be on a back cover of a published book with her very soon. An avid reader, writer, and lover of young adult and middle-grade literature, Jessica’s bookshelf is overflowing with hardbacks, paperbacks, and a million half-filled notebooks. She is a proud fur-mommy to two lab/st-bernard littermates, a retriever-mix service dog, and one orange little hobgoblin cat, all of whom have made very audible appearances on the Booked All Night podcast.

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