- By Rich Miller
A week ago, my little boy had his third birthday and after a couple of months of him wanting a bow he finally got his wish. Every afternoon when I’ve been shooting my bow he has been there with me and wanting one for his own the whole time. When he opened the bag that the bow was in, his eyes were as big as silver dollars. As you can imagine, after he opened the bow nothing else mattered and straight to our bow range we went and the party continued there. We shot every afternoon for a week, or I guess you could say, Tye shot every afternoon. I wasn’t getting much shooting done - it was all about him. I got a call from my little buddy, Bo, and he wanted to know if I wanted to shoot in a 3-D tournament with him the upcoming weekend. I told him I would love to, but I would have to take my little boy with me. I told him about us going to shoot but all he knew was we were going to shoot bows; he didn’t understand about the tournament.
We met up on Saturday morning with some other guys that were going to shoot with us and Tye kept wondering when we were going to shoot. We got signed in and headed straight to the range where he wanted to do all of the shooting. All of us kept shooting in a revolving order and Tye would always go last with everyone watching him. Every time he hit the target everyone would make a big deal out of it and he really got into it. Now, I don’t know who was having more fun – him or me, or the guys that were shooting with us. When he shot his bow I had to help him keep it held back and steady while he aimed. There is one thing for sure, when he is shooting there is no need to worry about having my bow there and shooting, because it’s not about me it’s all about him. I actually shot pretty well for not shooting very much over the last couple of weeks. We shot twenty-five targets on the round and there were all kinds of different animals that we got to shoot at. There were bears, hogs, cougars, deer, and several other species. This was great for Tye because it helped keep his attention and he didn’t get bored. He shot every target and hung in there with us the whole time and sometimes he wanted to shoot several times at one target.
After the shoot, we headed to the clubhouse to turn in our scores and grab some lunch. I didn’t win anything nor did any of the rest of our group. After lunch when we left we didn’t get three miles down the road when Bo told me to look in the back and Tye was out like a light. He had all he could stand and was exhausted. It was a good day. I if I was a betting man I would bet that we will be doing that again because shooting all of these targets is all he has talked about since then.