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A Picture Paints a Thousand Words

Posted by Exile on July 31, 2019

Or so they say..

In my efforts to use my time productively and enjoyably, I have decided to try my hand at photography. I’m not Rembrandt, nor am I particularly artistically inclined but I do know a good thing when I see it, so why not try to capture it? Sounds simple enough.

But no…EOS_1200D_Default_tcm81-1125480

I have a camera. I think it’s a good camera too. Nothing for a professional, I’m sure, but then again, I am no pro. It’s a Canon EOS 1200D. It came with a “kit” lens. Which means it will do the job but it isn’t fantastic as far as objectives go. (Objective; posh name for a lens!) It didn’t cost a fortune and it has served me well in the past but now I need to find out what this thing can do apart from take happy snaps in automatic mode. It can do much more, if I can learn how to do the job…
Reading the manual is a drag. One needs to be a lawyer to follow the not-so-clear instructions or, at least, have someone who can translate the written word into some practical pointers. I have no person on hand to do that so there has been a lot of Youtubing going on.

Apart from all the automatic functions this camera offers there are three ways to ‘improve’ your pictures. There is “Shutter speed mode”, “Aperture mode” and “Manual”. The latter putting the man behind the camera in complete control of the beast. I’m not there yet.

Shutter speed mode means that you control how quickly the camera opens and closes its eye thereby steering the amount of light one lets into the camera. So, low light, long open time. Really bright light, short open time. Which appears fairly logical. This means you can get the exposure you want, lighter or darker depending on what one chooses. The camera looks after the rest. Bravo. So far, so good. But you do have to be aware of how sensitive the light sensor inside the camera is. Enter ISO. You can set that too.. Low ISO value, high sensitivity. High ISO value, not so sensitive. That complicates things again. High sensitivity means you can get away with faster shutter speeds. Even at low light. Confusing isn’t it?

It gets worse.

Aperture mode means you can control how wide the hole is that lets the light into the camera. Low aperture number (or “F”, as it is called) lets a lot of light in. High F value, not so much. F also determines the depth of field that remains in focus. High F leaves a lot in focus, low F means a very short amount of field depth. The camera takes care of the shutter speed and allows for the correct ISO. More jiggery-pokery if you ask me. However, I do get good results with this way of doing the job. I just need to perfect the other settings to get it absolutely right.

Manual mode is just that. One sets everything up exactly as one wants it, setting the speed, F and ISO and hoping one guessed right in all three cases. This needs a lot of playing with and I’m not that good. Yet. I may get there but I’m autodidactic at the moment so it’s a steep learning curve and it’s all up hill.

Throw in the vagaries of white balance, flash lighting and fill lighting and one has a vast array of stuff to worry about before getting the perfect shot.
Stressful? Yes and no. If the piccy didn’t come out right, delete it and try again. Pretend it never happened. The one truly simple thing about digital photography.

There is one thing I haven’t yet mentioned. RAW.

RAW is a way to get the camera to record all the data that comes into the camera. Pictures are compressed as a rule, meaning that some of the data is reduced to a basic form. RAW lets you keep it all. The only problem with that is that one cannot simply print or share the picture in the normal way as with a .jpg or .png. No. The picture needs to be converted to these formats, so one requires photo editing software to edit and convert the data before sharing. I have such software. It came with the camera. It is as confusing as everything else. It does work though and I can embellish my photos if I am not fully pleased with what I shot. Again, a steep learning curve and, again, it’s all up hill.

Luckily, I have the time to play with all this stuff. I might eventually get good at it. Let’s hope so.

Anyway, all this is very entertaining and one may laugh at my preliminary efforts, but here are a couple of my shots, taken in my garden, just to get me started.


Behold and wonder..;


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Trench Warfare

Posted by Exile on April 15, 2019

At least, it felt like it…

I’ve been busy in the garden. It desperately needed cleaning up in what I call “the North end”. Overgrown with brambles and the heaps of old clippings from the hedge, not to mention the footpath which needed expanding to some degree. I’ve been at it for a week. The footpath has now expanded with the laying of flagstones and the clippings and brambles have all been sent through a compost mill. I have accumulated a lot of topsoil from removing and relaying the path and cleaning out an old flowerbed where the new path now lies. All this got dumped in “the South end” of the garden. Where the root crops generally go in. Now it needed to be really dealt with.

Man_DiggingI decided to take my fathers approach to all garden rubbish. He would bury it. The clippings will rot away forming new soil and the earth it replaces can be used as new topsoil. All very ecological and probably good for the garden. Dad, lord rest his old bones, would dig a trench at least twice the depth of his spade and twice the width all across his garden. I decided to do likewise. He was a gardener, not like me, so imitation seems to be the way forward. It worked for him. 
I marked out with string and sticks and proceeded to dig.

In my soldier days, we were used to digging trenches. Well, we called them trenches. They were fire positions. Dig a hole approximately your own height deep and hide in it in the event of airstrike or stand in it and shoot back at any oncoming enemy. It would also serve as your grave if the need arose… So digging is in my bones, somewhere.

The topsoil has been tilled before by own labours, so that came out pretty quickly. I placed this to the right of my digging activity. It was going to be the first soil to be poured back into the trench. The next layer was not so easy. Compacted by nature and never removed before, it was heavy going. I was soon wheezing from the effort and sweating profusely. It took an age. Finally I had a trench. I got down to the clay base that my garden lays on. Claggy grey stuff that won’t move. It is the reason my garden never truly dries out. The lower, new, earth was piled up to the left of my trench. I want to spread this out over the garden. It’s probably never seen the light of day before. It has a nice earthy smell about it.
So far, so good. Time for a brew and a ciggy…

Filling the trench would be easy. Well, one would think so…

I managed to get the huge pile of vegetable rubbish and milled compost material into manageable heaps and shovelled away at it with my usual gusto. It all went in with room to spare. I trampled it down into the bottom of my trench. I then decided that my genuine compost heap, which hasn’t really composted fully, could also go in. More heavy stuff to move then, but probably worthwhile as it will create new space in that area. By now, the blackbirds had discovered my earthworks and were having an impromptu feast of worms and grubs. They are not afraid of me. I mean them no harm and they know it. They live here too.

I was wearing thin by now, I needed more tea, so I left them to it.

Fortified with tea and biscuits, I returned to my labours. Satisfied that all that needed to be in the trench was indeed in the trench, I started refilling with the old topsoil. More shovelling and trampling down. I was surprised as to how much rubbish had gone in. By the time I had poured the old topsoil in, the trench was very nearly full. It needed very little of the stuff from deep down to get back to the old garden level. I finished levelling with the garden rake and admired my handiwork. It looks fine.

I have a heap of new soil to spread over the garden. I have more topsoil from the removal that was necessary to expand the path. This will doubtless help with the turnips, beetroots, swedes and parsnips that I intend to plant in that particular area of my garden. I have no garden rubbish left to deal with. Win – win.
But that’s enough for today. My back aches, my hands are sore and I’m worn out.

All I have to do now, is dig the rest of the garden. That will have to wait, at least, until tomorrow.

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My First Target Tournament

Posted by Exile on February 4, 2019

I would have written this up yesterday but I was worn out after a long day. I’ve been to 3D tournaments before but never a target tournament. Shooting at the big round things has never really been my preferred form of archery. I’m better at objects. Well, I used to think I was. That may have to change…

I never expect to win anything. I turn up, do my best and enjoy the experience for what it is. Meet people. It’s as much social as it is competitive. It’s a fun thing.
Yesterday, at the Frederiksborg Cup meeting, I didn’t quite know what to expect. One thinks that all the best of the best will be there and my expectations of achieving anything even mildly spectacular were not exactly high. There were many classes, ladies, men, youngsters, Subdivided by bow types, longbow, recurve, barebow and compound, subdivided again by classes, masters and seniors. I was in gents longbow, masters.


frpokThe whole shooting match gets underway with what is known as ‘qualification’. Two rounds of thirty arrows to make the best score you can. If it’s high enough, one goes through to the finals. There were a lot of archers on the ranges. It took time to get through that bit. Too long. Lunch was reduced to ten minutes. I managed to go and pee, smoke a cigarette, eat a big ham and cheese bun and drink a cup of tea in the time allowed. Amazing what one can do when under pressure. I thank my old army experience for this sense of urgency and the handling of it. Others were not so fortunate.

The qualification continued and I learned that the scoring system, run by an app (it had to be an app didn’t it..) and a wi-fi link, had failed miserably (predictably?) during the proceedings. We were now reduced to good old pen and paper. Thank heavens for scorecards. This brought the time frame crashing down and the day began to drag out. Progress was now painfully slow as the judges were also reduced to paperwork and somehow had to keep track of who scored what and where did that put them in the current rankings. So why had we needed to rush lunch? I don’t know.

I’ve been to Africa and had the chance to see a cattle market in Kenya. 2,000 animals, hundreds of people, noise, heat, dust and endless confusion. Looking back, it seemed more organised than what I was presently experiencing…

Qualification over, we took a well earned break and I discovered, to my amazement, that I had qualified and was now in the finals. 32 archers remaining and I was among them. So, now it’s knock-out time.

The masters and seniors in the longbow section had now been thrown together as a result of the failed scoring system.
We were now known as ‘gents, longbow, 18 metres’. This was annoying to me, because at that point I was in second place in my class and had a good chance of winning the damn thing. My blood was up. I smelled victory. The red mist descending…

Now, suddenly, I was up against a whole different field of combatants. Younger, fitter, better eyesight. The list is endless. Still, no excuses.
Disappointment is one thing, but being deprived of my chance at glory through no fault of my own is another. Oh well….
Luckily, one of the ladies from our club had made cakes. I fortified myself for the coming challenge. Tea and cake. A godsend in these difficult moments.

Knock-out is a simple procedure. Two archers face off over the best of 5 rounds of three arrows. If you win three of those rounds, you proceed. Otherwise, it’s goodbye and thanks for the match. Obviously, that continues until there are only two left. One wins, the other doesn’t.
I made it to the quarter finals. Eight of us left. And then I got my arse kicked. I didn’t make it easy for him though, I took it to all five rounds…

So, what did I achieve? The experience, I suppose. I was doing well amongst my peers in the master class until the judges couldn’t keep track of it any longer. I was one of the final eight gentlemen longbow archers out of all those that took part and there had been many at the start of the day.
Perhaps I should be happy with that.
I think I am.
I sent others, more experienced than I, out of the competition. Not bad for a newbie.

Will I do it again? I don’t know. It was a long and sometimes confusing day. My back ached from all the standing about. But it was a bit of fun and a day well used.

Can one ask for more?

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Beginners Guide

Posted by Exile on January 31, 2019

Well OK, it’s a honing guide if I have to be honest. But I am a beginner, so…

I bought a plane to go with my chisels. Not the aircraft type. When I told my good lady I had bought one, she nearly had a fit.Irwin-TSP4-Baenk-hoevl She works with aeroplanes. An air traffic controller. She’s easily confused. Well, she is around me. I’m not always clear about what comes out of my mouth…

Anyhow, here it is. An Irwin Record no. 4. A smoothing plane. Probably one of the most popular models in the world.

Like the chisels, one would expect it to be ready to go when it comes out of the box. Just like the chisels, no it isn’t. It’s all there, but it isn’t really sharp yet and although it will take a shaving off the wood the result is not exactly pretty or smooth.

Stripping the thing is a doddle. One removes the locking plate on the front of the plane and the blade falls out nicely into your hand. The blade is bolted solidly to the chip breaker and needs to be freed from that. Again, that’s easy. So, finally, one is left holding the business part of it all. The blade. 50 mm broad and not blunt by any means. Just not yet sharp enough for the job it is intended to do.

Sharpening this blade is similar to sharpening a chisel. The back of the blade has to be dead flat and the bevel, on the reverse side, equally flat. The two should meet at 30° all along the edge.
guideNow, my fingers are strong enough to steer a chisel on the grinding surface but not for a 50mm broad piece of steel. I know I’d get it out of square and render it useless as a cutting instrument. There are things that are made to help with this. Hence the purchase of the honing guide. A lovely little piece of kit designed to hold the blade in a set of mini-jaws and a wheel on the other side to enable one to push it backward and forward over the abrasive surface. The protruding blade is set to hold the required angle on the abrasive. For my purposes, that protrusion is 37 mm with the guide that I have.

The one pictured here is upside down as we look at it. I don’t know why but I couldn’t find a picture of one the right way up.

This one will also take chisels as well as plane blades. Handy, I thought. Two birds, one stone. What’s not to like?
I had to try it. Off to the I-Shed then. (I built the shed, so it’s an I-Shed. OK? Screw Apple.)
I stripped the plane and polished the back of the blade on my plate glass and the abrasive paper. It polished up nicely, flat to the edge. Then on to the bevel. I took the guide, fitted the blade, measured the length and got back to the abrasive. Heave-ho and run the thing over the wet and dry 500 grit for about two minutes. Soon, I had an edge. I then went for 1000 grit and really polished it up.

After about ten minutes work I reassembled the plane, took a piece of scrap wood and set it in the vice. A deep breath and push. Whooosh!
Curly shavings all over the place! Hosanna! The thing works.

It’s not often one buys something cheap and cheerful from China that actually does what it says it should. This thing worked a treat. Even if I did have to wait for a month for delivery.

How does one say ‘thank you’ in mandarin?

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Living On the Edge

Posted by Exile on January 25, 2019

I had a merry Christmas last year. I even got some presents and, what’s more, I even got one I wanted. A set of chisels for woodworking.
Now, I am no carpenter. Never was. I served an apprenticeship as a fitter so most things steel and mechanical are no mystery to me. I can spanner my way through almost anything, but wood is a different proposition.
I can use use a hammer and nails and I can turn a screw and use a saw but the finer elements of woodworking are not yet at my command. I intend to change that in my autumnal years. So, to get me started I wanted chisels. As I said, I have them now. And fine things they are too. Made by Irwin Marples, a boxed set of 6 shiny new implements of a relatively high grade steel with tough plastic handles. Apparently, one can hit the handles with a mallet and do no damage. We’ll see. The box is wooden. Very nice and good for storage.

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One would hope and believe that these things were ready to use straight out of the box. But no.
Not quite. OK, they appear sharp and I daresay they are but only to a certain degree. One has to ‘initialise’ a chisel. Which basically means that if you want to use it effectively then you have to, well, sharpen the thing. This is not as easy as it may seem.

Scientifically, the edge of a chisel is the result of two faces meeting each other at a sharp angle all along an edge. That edge is created by the back of the chisel which has to be flat all the way across the chisel and the bevel, which as to be equally flat all across the chisel and these two flat faces meet each other at around 30 degrees. The actual angle is not that critical but 27 – 30 degrees is recommended by those that know.To grind the back of the chisel, take a flat, hard surface. I chose a piece of plate glass that I have in the shed, recovered from a rubbish skip years ago. I thought it might make a window in my shed. It never got there. Lay abrasive paper on the flat surface and start by laying the chisel on that and running it backwards and forwards over the abrasive. It doesn’t take long before one can see a polished surface on the chisel. I used 1000 grit so it really took a polish, even if it was hard going. The important bit is the leading edge of the chisel so keep going until it is polished there from one side to the other. As long as that is good, the rest is not that pressing. Having achieved that, one turns the chisel over and polishes the bevel in the same way by lifting the chisel to get the edge of the bevel down on to the abrasive until that too is polished all across the edge. This will raise a burr on the back of the chisel so give it one swipe across the back when the polishing is done to remove said burr.If you did that right, your chisel is now sharp. Repeat for the other five in the set. Consider it an upper body workout…

I must have done something right, All my chisels work! Many thanks to the people on Youtube, especially a guy called Paul Sellers.

OK. Bring on the wood…

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Springing the Trap

Posted by Exile on December 7, 2018

Or, at least, avoiding it.


I’ve had enough of the piracy. Our police are no longer busy policing the country. They have basically given up on investigating ordinary crime around here and are concentrating on anything that brings money into the state. Anything that carries a fine. There is no money in catching common thieves, burglars or violent thugs on the streets. Especially the last ones, they carry a risk of hurting a policeman and we can’t have sort of thing going on, can we? No. Health and safety and all that…


We drivers of ordinary vehicles though, we are an easy target. Mobile speed traps work. Even where they aren’t necessary, like on free, open and straight roads in perfect driving conditions. They are becoming more prevalent and more predatory.


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Deciding I needed to do something about this, I have invested in a warning device for the car. I am one of about 500.000 users of this device and the numbers are growing. It’s called a “Saphe”. (I’m not sure if that shouldn’t be pronounced “safe”.. who knows? I don’t care as long as it works!) Here’s a picture of the thing.
It hooks up with your mobile phone and gives a clear warning of any speed trap within about a kilometer. Time enough to check your speedometer and adjust your speed. One then accepts the alarm and then clicks on the device as one passes the speed trap vehicle. That marks the position of the pirate-like police trap and denotes that it is still in operation. Everyone else using the same type of device that approaches the trap also gets a warning. If one gets a warning but doesn’t see the trapper, then one does not click the device. That indicates that they have moved on to try their luck somewhere else.


I consider this a public service. A peoples gift to the people. Too long have we been ruthlessly preyed on by these alternative tax collectors in blue. Time to fight back. If everyone used one of these there would be no point in speed traps. Make it economically worthless and they will stop.
Perhaps then, the police would return to fighting real crime rather than making us ordinary folks going about our ordinary business into criminals.


The lord may be your shepherd but the state is definitely your enemy.


Update.
It is now April. Last week the police ran a speedtrap campagne. They “caught” 540,000 motorists which brought 821 million Crowns to the state coffers. Which seems excessive to me and raises the question; How can it be that so many drivers find the limits too low and restrictive? Maybe, because they are…

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Troll Hunt 2018

Posted by Exile on November 21, 2018

The one competition I looked forward to all year long. Simulated indoor hunting where one gets to shoot at animal figures at varying ranges and heights. Sounds easy enough but there are rules and regulations and scoring to be taken into consideration. Not to mention the varying ‘classes’ for the competition. Due to my advancing years, I was in the ‘Master’ class of the longbow section. Being a master has nothing to do with competence.

We were some eighty people up for the fun and games and I was one of eight competitors in my class. Unfortunately for me, one or two of them are old national ex-champions. Hard to beat, they have been doing this for years and I have been at it for just over 12 months. Not to mention the fact that our club doesn’t have the room to practice at ranges much over 20 yards and some of the targets on the day were about 30 yards away. I missed a few shots on each round. The shooting gets done over three rounds, ten targets per round and two arrows per target. 60 shots in total plus 3 bonus shots, one on each round. The bonus shots are at the ‘trolls’ which can give up to 25 extra points if you hit one. I didn’t. I did last year but wasn’t quite up to it this year.
However, my final score had improved from last year. There, I ended up with a final tally of 334 points including a bonus 25, where this year I hit a clean 351 points.
Pleased with my progress, I ended up being number 4 out of 8. Not bad considering the standard of competition.


There will be another one of these indoor competitions in January 2019. I’ll be entering that one too. You never know. I might improve enough to get a third place..!!

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Turning 65

Posted by Exile on November 21, 2018

I wonder how I got here. My last birthday marks the beginning of a new era in my life. I’ve made it to pension. I am now an Old Age Pensioner. Officially, an old git. Beware, I may get grumpy now.
Society has burdened me since I started working at the age of fifteen, 50 years ago. Now I am a burden on society. Whoopee. I feel no guilt. I have done my bit. I have even managed to squirrel a little money away for exactly this time so my economic future is perhaps more than merely ‘safe’. The last five years on early, pre-paid retirement have been fun but it gets serious now. I have to cash in on my own pension schemes and whatever I get out of that has to tide me over. I hope I live long enough to get all I can out of it! I celebrated the day with my wife and grandson. The day started with a huge breakfast, presents and a bucket of tea. At one point I had to get the youngster home again to his mother where there were more presents waiting for me. Suffice it to say, I’m OK for whisky for the next few weeks.


It was also my brothers birthday. He is now 69. We are obviously not twins. We share the same birthday by coincidence. He’s alive and well in the UK and we ring each other on the day each year. Nice to hear from him and catch up. I may visit next year. We’ll see.


For now though, I think I’ll just sit back and relax… In the words of the old song, “It’s been a long time coming”.

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I Roll

Posted by Exile on August 9, 2018

Or, if you want that in Latin: Volvo

I always wanted one, and now I have one. It isn’t new, it is a tank of a car. Big, roomy and heavy. It sits well on the road. It isn’t sporty but it is solid. I don’t drive that much any more and when I do, I take my time. Not that I don’t drive to the limit, I no longer have to reach anywhere in a hurry. I won’t be overloading the 1,8 liter engine.

It isn’t so much that I was displeased with my old car but it was getting to the point where it was showing its age and costing me a lot to maintain it. The Volvo is of similar age but it was built to last forever.  The road tax will be cheaper too. I calculate that if I can keep it running for the next six years, it will have paid for itself on taxation alone. It also has a towing hook. I may be getting a trailer soon, so that I may be the source of others frustration as I slowly drag my rubbish to the local dump.
A station car has always been my preferred mode of transport. There is room for all the family and all the accoutrements of living the life I live. In winter I carry emergency provisions in the car, plus a blanket and the unavoidable shovel and tow chain. I need to be able to transport rubbish away from the house, garden refuse and other stuff. Hard to do in a compact city car. It will be a boon during the summer camping outings.

A 1.8 liter engine drinks fuel at an almost alarming rate. I don’t mind. I enjoy having the latent power under my backside. By not running it at full throttle one can offset the MPG and get a little more out of the expensive liquid energy source. I will be noting my fuel consumption over the next few weeks. Nice to know how far one can travel per liter. I did it for the motorbike, I can do it for the car too.

So, you may ask, what is this beast? Well, it’s a 1,8 Volvo V40 Jubilee Station Wagon from 2003. Silver livery and all the mod cons. Air conditioned, traction control, ABS, plus all the other doo-dads that Volvo could think of. This was top of the line when it was produced.

Here’s a picture of the model:volvo

OK, I don’t have the carriage rails over the roof but the rest is remarkably similar to the image on the right..

I need to get it washed. The long summer has brought water restrictions with it and right now the washing of vehicles is taboo. A minor setback. I have polished all the glasswork though, Mainly because the dust had settled all over the windscreen and I do like to see where I’m pointing the thing as I hurtle down the motorway.

I did allow my good lady to sit behind the wheel. She is not large by anyone’s standards and she had a problem seeing over the dashboard. This will probably not deter her. She had the same problem with her Mazda many years ago but she drove that one to death. I will attempt to limit her access to this one though.

She has a city car of her own. This one’s mine….

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Back Yard Archery

Posted by Exile on July 18, 2018

I’ve finally found an open area in my garden where I can loose off a few arrows a day. It took me some time to figure out how but using my shed as a backstop and with a little construction work, I can now hang a foam target plate up in both high and low positions and practice all I want.

I have 3 bows to choose from. One, drawing thirty pounds, I shoot for fun with my grandson. He has his own bow and arrows.

The second, a thirty five pound draw, is going to be my indoor 3D bow. 3D is simulated hunting. I have no desire to go out and slaughter the wildlife. This bow is easy for me to use. It feels easy to draw and is comfortable in my hand. This means that I can hold it at full draw for a slightly longer period and concentrate on my aim for that tiny bit longer. I can shoot with it all day long and not feel tired.

The third is a monster. 45 pounds draw and it shoots like a rifle. Hitting anything under thirty yards is a certainty and I use that for outdoor and indoor target shooting. After a days shooting with this, I can feel my shoulder muscles complaining. It is still my favourite bow.

I have no target faces to shoot at yet. Instead, I make cardboard roundels which measure three inches in diameter. I hang them on toothpicks and concentrate on pinning them to the foam. I think of it as shooting the apple. I’m getting pretty good at hitting it at a maximum distance of around sixty feet, which is the furthest point I can get away from the target as the garden isn’t longer! I use all my bows to practice with. So far, I can get all six arrows within a five inch circle in and around the ‘apple’ regardless of which bow I use.
I enjoy this practice. I can only compete with myself and it means I don’t have to wait for others to be done with theirs before I can retrieve my arrows. Which makes practice more intense and concentrated. Plus, I can vary the range as I wish and when I wish.
This doesn’t mean that I won’t be going to the club any more, it just allows me to practice every day if I so desire.


The arrows have to be the correct weight and strength for each bow. So I have different arrows for each. I shoot wooden shafts which are a little expensive but well worth the investment. I have them made in Estonia by Falco. 30 inches long and at the relevant weight to suit each bow. It’s a bit of a science getting them right but the company is always ready to give advice and they haven’t set me wrong yet.

Here’s my 3D specs:

3D arrow specs

And here’s my target arrows:

Target arrow specs.

There are subtle differences. The most obvious being the fletchings and points.

Later this year the indoor competitions will start. I competed in two 3D events last winter and did very well for a beginner. Had I been entered in the correct class in the first event, I would have won it hands down. This year, I intend to be ready. I have a better bow, the correct arrows and a whole lot more experience under my belt. 

I’m looking for medals now.

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