The Doom That Came to Cowtown

I went to Crown this weekend, to run an archery tournament, and to look pretty in court.

My tournament went well. I wanted to do something different for it, so I decided to do something like golf - you have to hit the target, but count how many arrows it took to do so. Like with golf, a lower score was better. The five targets:

10 yards: 15 cm diameter circle. Needed to hit it six times.
20 yards: 60 cm star. Needed to hit it five times.
30 yards: 12x60 cm vertical slot. Needed to hit it four times.
40 yards: 60x12 cm horizontal slot. Needed to hit it three times.
50 years: 15x20 cm 3D cylinder. Needed to hit it twice.

Beginners had to shoot the 10/20/30. Intermediate had to shoot the 10/20/30/40. Advanced had to hit all of them. You couldn't advance to another target until you'd finished the one you were on.

In case it's not clear from the description above, you could take multiple ends to hit your threshold. You didn't have to hit the ten yard target six times in a single end - I fully expected people to take multiple ends to hit the threshold numbers.

I had to change some of the rules as it became apparent that the 50 yard target was way too difficult. Four OGGS each shot at it 60 times, without a single hit. I implemented, at wild_wanderer's suggestion, a 60 arrow maximum score. And I really should have made even that value much lower. I've been told that golf has a maximum stroke count of 12, and the holes average par 3-5, so four ends worth of arrows seems about right. Next time, I'll go with a 24 arrow maximum score. I estimate that there were 400 arrows shot at that target, and it was hit exactly once, by the guy who won the tournament. Hell, that's why he won the tournament. Even at that, second place wasn't far behind, despite counting 60 on that target.

I also reduced the threshold from hitting it twice to hitting it once. And if I were to do this again, I'd go back to twice, but make the target bigger. Maybe a head and torso silhouette. I'm not fond of "luck shoots" and I fear hitting this target was more a matter of luck than skill.

Most of the hot archers (the geese, and others approaching that level) started with the 50, and got hung up there until I implemented the maximum rule. It became a point of pride to all of them that they had to hit it.

Good

• The shoot. Despite my nitpicking the details, I liked it. I forget how much fun I have running a line.
  
• Court. I didn't fuck up my lines. That's always the most anxiety-provoking thing for me - talking in court.
  
• The crown tournament. It ended up being between the guy I've never spoken to, who seems nice enough, and the husband, of the woman I kinda know a little (ya_inga), who seems nice enough. The latter won. I think this will be a good reign.
  
• I had a sweet little B&B in Fort Qu'Appelle.
  
• Robert of Clan Gunn stuffed $20 into my garter!

Bad

• And yet, he couldn't remember my name later. I'm not just another pretty face, Bobby!
  
• The bugs. It was the caterpillar apocalypse on site. I can't stress enough how relentless they were. Everyone was constantly picking them off of themselves, others, and random surfaces. Would 10-100 per square meter be a reasonable estimate? Behind the thrones at the invocation of the lists, the ground was getting muddy with caterpillar guts. Oh, and there was an awful lot of ticks as well. Your consolation prize for losing the crown tournament? Lyme disease Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever! Thank heaven for kilt socks and DEET. (edit: Just found out that that species of tick doesn't carry Lyme. We only have to hate them because they're ticks!)
  
• The drive. Two nine hour drives made the fun/chore ratio too low. I had to stop about three times between Medicine Hat and Calgary to keep from dozing off, and it was still the afternoon.
  
• Lots of people there that I didn't get to see.

Ugly

• Nothing. Despite going into this imagining it to be an anxiety-provoking chore, positive countering-thoughts and taking some opportunities to introvert kept that from happening.

Meh

• There was nothing really stand-out, positive or negative, for me personally, so I guess that's all on the good side of meh?

In summary, a good event. But in retrospect, not worth the effort to go to if I wasn't already required to. Sorry Sigelhundas, you're just too far away for a wimp like me.

One of my duties as Champing of Arrows is running archery tournaments at Kingdom-level events. That means I have to come up with targets for them. For this event I thought of this playing card theme for the timed end:



And then I went completely overboard on a playing card theme. This was both good and bad. Good in the sense that I pushed my boundaries somewhat in pursuit of really good targets. Bad in that one of the targets was rather expensive.

What do I mean by pushing my boundaries? I'm not someone who's good at art - I can kinda do things if it involves straight lines, but things I make are never pretty. I recognize that I lack talent (and will often lampshade that when people ask me to do things. Instead, when I make art that's not straight lines I'll do things like compose on a computer first and then trace, or work from a static model of some kind, and pencil it over and over again until such time as it's at some intersection of recognizable and something-I-can-do. So much of what I want to make I see in my minds eye, perfectly done, and my hands simply cannot do it. I want to art, but it's supremely frustrating so I give up.

If I was just doing these targets for the hell of it, I'd have given up. Since I had to do the shoot, I forced myself to keep working on it until I actually got something I wanted. Surprisingly, I'm happy with the results - a rare occurrence when I'm trying to art.

Aside: I have more ways of being creative than "traditional" arts (drawing/painting/sculpture) that are less personally frustrating. Mostly, I write. I'm practiced enough at it that, when I'm in the zone, the words just leap from my fingers to the screen. Why can't I draw like that?

Anyway, I came up with some targets, made them on the computer, then went to Michael's for art supplies. Damn near paid full price for everything, but had the following exchange while waiting on a price check:

"I see you've got a stack of coupons here - I don't suppose I could snag one for this order?"
"No, because those are for next week. But if you have a cell phone, I can look up this week's coupons."

In the end I got everything for about a third off. Score. Though I suspect she wasn't going to volunteer that information if I hadn't been chatty.

Next I took everything to work (it was late Saturday night, so no one was there). Went into the room we use for demoing our software for clients that's set up to project everything on the wall. Then I proceeded to trace the pictures. Next day I inked them in, which took several hours while I watched the last few episodes of my cheesy 70's cop drama.

( On to the targets, plus the gorgeous target I *didn't* make... )

And now I have to start thinking about my championship tournament at June Crown (assuming Kingdom law doesn't change in the meantime, in which case it will be at August Coronation)

I'll be foregoing the usual GBU format. Point format will be insufficient for the important stuff.

First, this was a pretty good Quad War. Not epic, not great, but solidly good. For the most part there were only two negative things that happened to me (both partially, but not entirely, my fault). Plenty of negative things happened to others - it wasn't so much that tragedy occurred as everyone could catch a whiff of it in the air. You'd be enjoying yourself and then there'd be a little reminder. A lot of people couldn't attend because of personal tragedy. Others had a far more expensive time making it due to mechanical difficulties.

None of that affected me personally though. In fact, the logistics of coming to Quad War were quite nice. I got to travel with one of my best friends (garething). New friend were solidified by a shared camp (in a prime location) and shared experiences (GD and SE). I got to hang out with lots of kind and generous folks.

The weather was warm and comfortable without being stinking hot. It rained once on Sunday, briefly.

Friday I ended up volunteering at the archery range even though it wasn't my shift yet. Also I did middling-well in both the water jug shoot and the Iron Arrow challenge. Iron Arrow wasn't a team event this year, which was odd. It was fun though, as was the ever-popular water-jug shoot. There will be a variant of the latter at Odin's Playground this year (or so I'm told), so go check it out if you can hold a bow.

Saturday I spent the morning in charge of the range. There my better nature got me into trouble. You see, there was a kid there and he couldn't shoot (no guardian present). He looked like he was going to be trouble so I asked him if he would like to learn how to marshal (while underlining the point that he wasn't get authorized at this event, even if he was a grown-up). My intent was to teach him the basics and have him shadow me, while simultaneously using him as a gofer. Unfortunately, he ended up acting like he was already a marshal (not good, especially when he was distracted by shiny things). I caught shit for this from the Marshal-in-charge. The shit was deserved, so I spent a fair amount of time kicking myself over it. I was later told by a friend that he was snooping around the shed when (he thought) no one was around. Incidentally, the kid already had a poor reputation for this short of crap from earlier events (cf. QW1010). But I like to believe that people can overcome and outgrow their reputations, so I gave him a chance. Sadly it bit me and it made me look bad to a person I respect (the archery MIC for the event).

The last word I had with the kid - and this was prior to the snooping - I told him he wasn't up to marshalling yet, and likely wouldn't be for several years. If he was interested, I said, he should seek out the Borealis archers and make an effort to practice and learn, starting with the Book of Target. And I told RT and BB about this so they could keep an eye out. If I find he hasn't done this, then I'll know he's in it for the attention, not the love of archery.

That evening I got to see some friends get invested as the newest Prince and Princess of Avacal. I'm glad they went with a ceremony of sufficient gravitas, and not some whacky court shtick. I heard rumours of a Star Wars-themed hand-off and I'm rather glad that didn't happen. Also, it makes several obvious jokes that shouldn't be made.

That night I drank all the rum. I had a fun time at the Grotto and I was neither grabby, creepy, or obnoxious! I was, however, ridiculously drunk. Possibly the most I've ever been. I think this because of my inability to stand up correct that night, and the nightmarish hangover I had the next day.

Being hung over when you need to shoot a championship tourney is not good. I somehow managed to get to the range and got a couple practice rounds in. While collecting a wayward arrow I was going over what I would say during the invocation of the lists. Unfortunately, I manage to fuck this up. Every. Single. Time. I. Do. It. Every single time.

So I feel like I'm literally dying, and I'm trying to figure out what to say so that I don't look like an ass. The fog clears for an instant and I realize I'm teetering on the edge of a major anxiety attack. Guess how much that improved my mood. Then I get back to the line and I'm informed that I have to have an inspiration (i.e. someone present that I look to for inspiration) for the championship. First I've heard this news, about two minutes before Their Highnesses show up. Fuck.

I hate having to find inspirations. It's basically imposing on someone and forcing them to put themselves out for me while I fail to impress them. Plus it requires the exact same non-existent part of my brain that other people use for setting up first dates. Thankfully, I've been to plenty of championships where people are "inspired" by concepts. I figure I'd go that route. I'm "inspired" by my love of archery.

So Their Highnesses show up and we line up and say our pieces. I get up to the head of the line, kneel down and proceed to completely cock-up my speech and I'm about ready to shrink down to one inch tall and run into a gopher hole. And then I'm told, no, I can't vie for Champion because I don't have an inspiration. Oh, the Prince has his reasons, and he states them for everyone. I dutifully tell him I understand and go to the back of the crowd. Meanwhile I'm thinking they want a certain kind of person for Champion, a person capable of getting an inspiration, i.e. a person who isn't me.

But that might be the depression talking. That's what the evidence suggests given several people came up to me immediately after the crowd broke telling me that, had they known, they'd have happily been my inspiration.

So I sit down under a sun shade, pound back some water, and feel a great weight lifting from my shoulders. I suddenly have literally nothing to prove to anyone and can shoot the whole damn thing for the fun of it! And that's what I did. As the shoot progressed over the next few hours, and as the ibuprofen/water/electrolytes repaired my brain I felt better and better. And I shot fairly well too. Though for me it was like Who's Line Is It Anyway - the score was made up and the points don't matter. Literally - I got half a point for lobbing two arrows down range without using my bow during a timed end.

The shoot itself was entertaining and I got to shoot SE's combat arrows, managing to hit a helmet in the grill on my last shot of the tournament.

Afterward, I had a much needed nap. Sadly I missed the war bow shoot, which DM said was super entertaining. Evening brought court and it was pretty cool. Finally there was the "Kingdom Kegger", a little get together at the town square where we could ask the powers that be about Avacal's attempt to become a Kingdom. I didn't really have any questions, which didn't stop me from asking the Principality Seneschal what the capital of Alaska was (He said Anchorage, I said Nome. Turns out we're both wrong - it's Juneau).

My opinion on the Kingdom of Avacal? I'm 60% apathetic and 40% for it, mostly because all my friends are for it and I want my friends to be happy.

The sun went down and we got a nice view of the Aurora Borealis. Something I've only seen a handful of times because I'm a city boy. It's a nice feature of our northern land and I think some SCA branch should incorporate it into their name. Maybe a Barony.

I went to bed just before midnight and had a fairly good (and sober) sleep. I awoke refreshed and happy to have been at the event and a little sad that I was leaving without seeing lots more people. Seriously, I'd love to just sit around a campfire and chat in small groups with everyone. But that would take many more nights than we had. At least I managed it with SE and GD, who are awesome camp-mates, and I'm not just saying that because they let me use their shower.

Gareth and I packed our stuff and took off. We missed the Highway Traffic Cafe after party and there were no new notes at the Killam urinal (though last year's messages were still there). An uneventful drive brought us back to Cowtown.

( A little bit of SCA, a smidgen of crunchy toast, a pinch of emo... )

To summarize: 12th Night was good and I've been sitting on my ass recuperating.

Taking a page from other folks, I'm going to do a standardized update for those occasions when I don't have anything noteworthy to say.

( I had toast. It was crunchy... )

Saturday was hot. Damn hot. Naturally multiple groups held athletic contests in the blazing sun. I can't bitch too much though, people actually died due to in-climate weather in Camrose.

There was another beginner archery class Saturday morning, and I slept right through it. I did get onto the range though - I shot a truly pathetic end in the populous shoot (0 points out of a possible 24. Ugh) and followed that up with a decent showing in the invitational Iron Arrow challenge.

The Iron Arrow challenge shoot was brutal. It was an endurance shoot where we had to hit a 2.5" target (basically placing an arrow through the reflector ring of a highway reflector) at 20 yards. If you managed to do this, you got to do the same thing at 30 yards. Then 40 yards. If there were still people left, they started reducing arrows. We later learned from one of the chirugeons that the archery range was (subjectively, to the chiurgeon) the hottest spot on the site.

Nobody made the shot on the first round so it was relaxed somewhat to a wand shoot - if you hit the stick that held the ring, you could move on.

Round one: Six for the Prince, six for the Tanist.
Round two: Five for the Prince, three for the Tanist.
Round three: Three for the Prince, one for the Tanist. This was my final round.
Round four: Three for the Prince, one for the Tanist. Thorgeir actually makes the shot in the ring - the only person to do so for the entire competition. Now I know why he never practices - he doesn't have to!
Round five: The Prince's team wins.

I didn't do nearly as well as I'd hoped, because wand shoots are the thing I'm worst at right now due to my injury. But still, I did advance to the third round.

Court was held after supper and lots of deserving folks got awards. Then I got called up, much to my surprise. First, the Princess complimented me on being able to sit in full view of the assembled royals while simultaneously not exposing myself while wearing my kilt. It's the little talents that are noticed the most.

Then I was awarded the Gilded Griffin (The principality service award, a step below the grant level service award, the Goutte de Sang, that I already have).

( Rosie, please don't read this part because I'm too young to die... )

othelianna made the scroll and it is beautiful (I'll post a picture later when I have a chance to scan it in). The best part of the scroll? Rosie put a little picture of herself (green garb, arrows in one hand, scribal pen in the other) in the lower corner! I love it!

After court I moved the scroll to my car for safekeeping and changed into my nice doublet.

I headed down to see Wench Wars, Kashi Machiavelli's wonderful competition to promote the fine arts of debauchery, flirting and double-entendres in a medieval context. Sadly, I missed Pirate Palooza, which sounded like a hoot and a half. That's because I went to the Grotto Party.

Montengarde's one camping event was this weekend, Dragonslayer/Hidden Treasures. For those of you wondering about the weird double name, it's because we used to have two summertime camping events: Dragonslayer (where we picked our Heavy Combat champion for the year) and Hidden Treasures (which was our premier archery-themed event). Now it's one event, which I think of as "Dragonslayer" that has as a major focus, the "Hidden Treasures" archery shot.

I took Friday off because I wanted to get on site early to set up and then help out other folks. I was ultimately successful at this. I also got to try out the fugly box (the worlds ugliest car roof-top carrier, which I got off of Their Excellencies for free) for the first time and it worked like a charm. I can now (with some pack-fu) get everything I need into the trunk and the box. This leaves the passenger compartment free for people and their gear.

Around suppertime, sagaciouslu and I went back into town for supper/booze. Along the way he compared me favorably to Groucho Marx. Badger always has the best compliments for me.

I got new arrows from garething which I tried out briefly. The good news is I now have a decent set of arrows - attrition and wear was getting to my last set. The bad news is I can't blame my shitty shooting on the arrows anymore. I really am jerking my arm left and right when I release.

When the sun went down we had a night shoot. This entails taping glow sticks onto the rear of the arrow in such a way as they won't hit the string or the bow when you release (tape it onto the shaft next to the cock feather). We took a few ends shooting at LeChuck and followed it up with the much more impressive clout shoot. Shooting at about 70° to horizon I had my arrow 'hang' in the air for about 8 seconds! I'm looking forward to the next night shoot (Quad War?).

After this I made my way down to the bardic fire, which was starting. Sadly the fire in the large pit was small and impotent so I went to fetch wood for it. Sadly the level of light provided by the wimpy fire was not sufficient for seeing the bench that was embedded in the cement around the fire-pit. Luckily humans are equipped with another organ specifically evolved for finding low-lying furniture int he dark: The shins!

There may have been a small amount of harsh language.

The fire-pit was full of songs stories and amusing anecdotes. I had a good time despite the twin bruises on my legs. Around 2am I went to bed.

Saturday morning was the Dragonblinder tournament - the one archery competition I really care about winning. Short version: othelianna put on a really good tournament - it was fun and challenging. thekillerb69 ended up winning it (we were all-but-tied until the last two ends, then I choked). This is not to say that thekillerb69 doesn't deserve his win - he does, he shot like a demon and will be a fantastic champion. Even if I was on top of my game in those last two ends, it would have still been a photo finish. As it was, he beat me by over 20 points.

( Some emo BS that's safe to skip... )

All that was going through my mind after the tournament and so I was falling into a black mood. I was tempted to just go off site, but instead I was asked by garething to accompany several people out onto the Hidden Treasures range. I opted to do this for two reasons - one of the girls was attractive, I also wanted to get the bitter taste of defeat out of my mouth. I figured if I could win Hidden Treasures that would make up somewhat for my defeat at Dragonblinder.

It was not to be. First, flirting is difficult when you're in a self-hating mood. Second, I didn't shoot that well. As a bonus it was a 2+ hour death march through the 30C heat.

But you know what, by the end of it I was tired and sore and my mood had partially lifted. I didn't do well enough to win Hidden Treasures, but I did do better then everyone else in my foursome. Company made up partially of strangers forced me to not make them deal with my shit so I was on good, if quiet behavior. I simply didn't have enough mental energy to deal with my demons and my company trudging through the woods. So I ignored the demons and being ignored, they failed to grow.

I was only partially out of the woods mentally when I left them physically. I had promised othelianna that I would driver her camping gear home for her so we spent about two hours off site. Her company is always a pick me up, plus I had the opportunity to grab a much needed shower. It was cool, refreshing and I felt clean again after camping out in the hot and the dirt.

By the time we returned to camp, I was in a good enough mood to buy two boxes of ice cream for handing out to whoever crossed my path. I should have bought twice as much.

While getting off site for a few hours cleared my head, I do regret that I missed the Dragonslayer tournament. I would have loved watching my friend oblivions when she won it. She's 250 pounds of heavy fighter packed into a 100 pound body.

Court was epic. It was one of those rare no-adult-supervision courts where we weren't on good behavior for visiting royals. There was lots of laughter and court-shtick. Some highlights:

• thekillerb69 being invested as the Dragonblinder.
  
• oblivions being invested as the Dragonslayer.
  
• sagaciouslu announcing the winner of the thrown weapons tournament (MacDuff) and simultaneously getting Elias Silver in trouble with everyone.
  
• Beothuk making Missy Morgan a Child of the Minotaur and inadvertently accusing her of having an STD when he was trying to say that her enthusiasm for the game was infectious.
  
• thekillerb69 and naughtynat07 were added to the Order of the Golden Link.
  
• Phelan Machiavelli returning the Fish-Thing to Montengarde. Damn her.
  
• conejita_diabla was added to the Order of the Silver Lute.

After court, everyone who competed in Hidden Treasures was invited to take what they wanted from the Hidden Treasures treasure chest (an IKEA Apa box filled with chocolates, candies, and weird stuff). I patiently waited until everyone picked the box dry. Then I took the box itself.

After court, people returned to their encampments to relax, have supper (if they didn't partake in the prime roast dinner supplied by the Calgary Archery Club) and imbibe. Later came more festivities around the bardic fire pit. I was there until 3 am and went to bed happy.

Sunday I deliberately slept in as long as I could, but eventually the sounds of the waking campsite roused me as well. I wandered over to the Green Cauldron and ordered what I've dubbed the "Archer's Breakfast". It's a bacon/egg/cheese/green pepper wrap that you can eat with one hand while carrying your bow in the other. Afterward I helped out with site clean up before breaking down my own encampment. I finished around 2pm, and I was one of the last people on site.

On average this was a good event for me and an epically great one for my friends. Congrats to thekillerb69 and oblivions for winning their tournaments and to conejita_diabla for putting on a successful event.

But still, I wish... I wish... I wish...

Friday morning I got up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and drove out to the second annual Tir Righ/Avacal war. It was a more-or-less uneventful drive from Calgary to the site. I stopped off in Banff for breakfast and joined the Fimlandians (Finlandians? Fine Lames? Luxury-yachtians? The group that includes minyata, cat_cetera and falashad) for lunch in Revelstoke. Being a somewhat more aggresive driver then the rest of them, I made it up to the site about an hour before them and proceeded to set up my own camp. I'm about done with my present small tent. Too many creeky old-man mornings spent crawling in and out of the tent and getting dressed on my knees. I need a small, easy to set up/take down tent that's also tall with a large enterance.

Anyway, thigns went quickly when the others arrived. Many hands and all that. We had supper at the local restaurant, which featured a decent $10 chicken caesar that they charged $16 for.

Saturday was the war. I still don't have proper armour so I wasn't participating. Instead I went to help out with and compete at archery. I was the only Montengarde archer there. This makes this the first and so far only archery competition I've been in that didn't have at least one other person from Montengarde in it. That includes Estrella (which also featured thekillerb69 and conejita_diabla) and the non-SCA ATAA championships (featuring garething). Instead I was the outsider of an archery clique made up of the (I guess) the Lion's Gate archers. Jeebus, I hope we're not as intimidating as they are.

The competition had three parts. First was an arrow-elimination shoot which I (and Deicyn) was the last Avacalian archers to be eliminated. Three Tir Righ archers remained. 1/3 point to Tir Righ.

The next part was the "seige archery" competition. You had to construct arrows from junk and shoot them at the target. My first arrow hit the black, the second missed the target (it misfired because of the homemade nocks) and I didn't get the third one finished before the contest ended. Note that I was the only Avacalian who competed in this part.

The guy who did win both competitions? Probably the best shot in An Tir. Also the only royal round score of 140 I've ever heard of. For you Avacalians out there, that's about 15 points higher then Ellias Silver's best score. Damn. 1/3 point to Tir Righ.

The third part was a combat shoot and I didn't have my combat arrows so I didn't take part. The whole exercise would have been humbling and depression-inducing except I think I shot pretty good, just not as good as the machine.

Avacal also lost the rapier competition, owing to us being outnumbered two-to-one. That's even with the evening factor of all the Kingdom-Core-rapier-fighters-with-Avacalian-girlfriends helping out.

Bardic went to Avacal (in a squeaker) due to our own Bjar the Blue. A&S went to Tir Righ, though we were robbed and minyata and cat_cetera's hat should have won in my humble non-A&S opinion.

And yet Avacal won the war. That can only mean that we kicked some serious ass in the actual heavy armoured war! We bitch about those Borealan Vikings when they're beating Montengarde like a harp seal, but they sure are handy to have around when you're fighting someone else.

Court was kind of fun. Lots of people I didn't know got awards, but there was some fun court schtick from Hjalti, who's gaining stage presense by leaps and bounds. We took Tir Righ's stuff!

Afterward was the party. The theme was luau, which is always fun if you want to get leid as much as I do - and by that I, of course, mean visit Hawaii.

I drank lots, had some weird conversations (including one with VP, which was kind of surreal since we don't like each other. Oh well, here's to being civil), and generally had a good time.

Sunday morning we broke camp, I sent a bunch of my junk home with minyata's van and drove out to the Soggy City By the Sea.

It was a good time, and my stupid brain behaved. Thanks go out to the 20 or so Montengardians that attended. I was going to list everyone, but it would take too long to figure out what all their LJ handles were.

First there was archery scheduled. Now there is not. Then I get a phone call saying that one of the autocrats would be doing it, but he's not a Target Archery Marshall (TAM), and could I make a point of being there. He'd like to be a TAM, but he needs to be observed running a line so we know he knows what he's doing (he does, but we need to be official about it).

I was originally planning on going, but the weather report (cold, rain, snow, rivers of blood) was making me hem and haw. Now I've told my Baroness that I would be there come hell or high water.

There will be archery at June Coronet. It might not be official, it might be quick and dirty, but it will be archery. I'll even try to make it fun.

Best of all worlds? It's official and I won't have to do anything.