Now I am practicing shooting with several arrows held in my bow hand. This seems like a useful technique when mounted. I'm concentrating on dexterity rather than accuracy, however the complexity of this approach has not totally thrown off my aim. Speed is important too, and I'm looking for at least six aimed shots a minute, which is actually pretty slow by horse archer standards.
Targets at work mean, of course, trips away for conferences. Hence I shall be away for the next couple of days. It's not all bad - I'm going to the conference centre with nice swimming pool and sauna. But, really, all that indoor stuff focussing on targets, "values" and so on just seem so artificial. It's a pity to have to do all that to pay the bills. It does just come into mind that, had I run across good chiropractors and physiotherapists a decade ago, my back might just have withstood a life of extensive riding. But I was in the wrong country anyway. To many might-have-beens make for an unbalancing daydream.
The dogs' target is to get out for a run. Here they have succeeded and are in the truck ready to travel. They do enjoy local journeys.
One of them barked loudly at a hiker who had a walking stick. So, old memories remain of life in Transylvania. Men there carried sticks and were wont to threaten any dog that they disliked. It made for mutual animosity between male peasants and dogs. It was indeed the wrong country to live in.
I am glad to have brought two horses, three dogs and three cats out to a better life. That, too, was a target. When I left that place, I wanted to ensure that as many as possible of my animals went to the best possible situations. In most cases they did. I'd like to go back to Hungary and see the farm where several of my Huzuls now live. Fortuitously they are close to Mr Grozer's bowmaking workshop - another target.
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