Nock the arrow. Check the Index Fletch, is it up?

Good.

Draw.

Hold it steady.

Loose.

Miss.

Kyle didn’t know why he did it. He just had an urge to try something different, so he bought a longbow and some arrows on the way home from work one day, and then drove around looking for a shooting range.

Nock the arrow. Check the Index Fletch, is it up?

Good.

Draw.

Hold it steady.

Aim.

Loose.

Miss.

There were a couple ranges in and around town, and this one was open 24 hours a day. That was good, since it was 2-something in the morning. Kyle had been coming here every morning for the past three weeks, although all he seemed to do was litter the ground around the target with brightly colored shafts. He went to a class every Saturday afternoon now too.

Nock the arrow. Check the Index Fletch, is it up?

Good.

Draw. Don’t pinch it, use your fingers.

Hold it steady.

Aim.

Loose.

Miss.

This wasn’t like him, he knew that. He was more of a immediate return kind of guy. He wasn’t sure why he kept doing it.

Nock the arrow. Check the Index Fletch, is it up?

Good.

Draw. Don’t pinch it, use your fingers.

Hold it steady.

Aim.

Loose.

Follow Through.

THUNK. The sound of the arrow hitting the target was very loud in the darkness.

Oh. No one could see him, since he was alone, but Kyle looked suprised. That’s why.

Kyle gains an (Archery) specialty