Talk:Archery Range/@comment-5000287-20120408213341

Darren walked to the Archery Range. When he got there, he saw that many were already shooting at targets, but they were mostly taking up space in the Intermidiate/Expert section. Knowing what he was beyond the skill needed of the Beginner targets, he still walked towards it. He went to one of the piles of bows, and picked up a silver custom made bow with a large recurve. He felt it; it was made from pure mahogany, and possibly something else. He gently plucked the string, and was satisfied by the small sound it made. Then he looked for a quiver of arrows. He found one; packed with 24 arrows of some strange metal. He pricked their points with his finger; noting that they could probaly go right through his collarbone. He put the quiver on his back, and gently picked up the bow. He walked 'till he was about 30 yards from one of the targets. He kneeled gently, and got into a position where he could comfortably rest the bow horizantaly on his knee. With one swift motion, he drew his arm back to the quiver, and selected a arrow, then knocked it on the string, and pulled the string back to almost full length; so the arrow would fly true and hit his mark, which is the bullseye. Drawing his breath for a quick three seconds, he gently let go of the string; and had another arrow knocked and ready to go in an instant. In a second, he heard the knock of his arrow hitting the bullseye.