You know the feeling. You’ve built up fantastic back tension, your anchor point is solid, and your alignment and expansion feel spot on — but right at the crucial moment, your eyes start to wander. Instead of resting laser-focused on a micro-dot in the center of the...
Part I – The Letter We Prefer Not to Open A Statement That Chafes I will begin with a statement many will instinctively object to: Target panic is not born on the shooting line. It does not arise in the meeting between archer, arrow, and target. Not in the choice of...
The moment we’re standing in There are rare moments in sport when a class begins to grow organically. Not because it has been forced, rebranded, or optimised — but because people are drawn to it. The longbow is in such a moment now. We see it in international...
An essay on belonging, fear, and archery’s untapped potential Archery is not a sport in the singular. It is a global tapestry of people, traditions, cultures, and expressions. And yet, we often behave as though we were many small sports rather than one shared human...
Why Anchor Point Should Not Come First There is a moment familiar to almost every archer. You pick up a bow, nock an arrow, and are told—often within minutes—where your anchor point should be. “Here. Corner of the mouth.” It is said kindly. Confidently. As if it were...
– or why hitting the target is cooler than hauling a catapult Let’s get straight to the point, gentlemen: Drop the ego. We need to talk about draw weight. Especially for beginners. For some reason, there’s this widespread macho myth that a “real man” should...
Many archers focus on strength, technique and precision. But what if balance mattered more than muscle? In this article, we explore the philosophy and practical benefits of symmetry in traditional Chinese archery – and why western archers might want to borrow a few...
A Midsummer Reflection from Artemis Archery It has become something of a tradition during Medieval Week in Visby to leave one’s modern self behind and don an alter ego for a while. Some become knights, others jesters, a few wander the streets as sleepy monks or...
The first 3D competition of the season has just wrapped up, and I must say—it felt rather splendid. Not because I won anything of note (I didn’t), but because for the first time in ages, I felt something beginning to return. A calmness. The faint outline of joy. My...
