I'm sure you've all been in this situation. You're on a girls' roadtrip to Vegas for a baby shower and you end up doing archery.
Mom, Camille and I started the weekend in Las Vegas and then headed up to Logandale, NV (about an hour away from Vegas, but lightyears away in regards to number of women walking around in sparkly skirts the size of a paper towel.) for my sister-in-law Kylea's baby shower. Casey was out as well so we hung out at Kylea's family's home afterwards and then someone suggested archery and there we were. Logandale is this cute little town in the middle of the desert. It is suprisingly verdant with ample room to shoot things. They do a lot of outdoorsy type stuff like drive ATVs, and repel off of mesas, and shoot guns. And there was plenty of space and equipment in the backyard to have an archery festival, just like in Robin Hood! Oodalolly!
Do you know who was really, really good at it? My mom. She took a class in college lo these many years and it came right back to here. She got a bullseye on her second shot. And she got the nastiest welt from the bow after she decided to take the arm guard off. It makes her look really hard-core.
I, on the other had, am no Katniss. I managed to hit the target a few times, including this beauty that went through the grommet.
But for the most part I just shot them into the grass beyond. And I only got an itty-bitty baby welt. A weltlet, if you will. I'm almost embarrassed to even mention it. But it was a blast!
Thanks McMurray's! We'll be out for shooting lessons soon.