Possible

This is the last shoot before Christmas.

This is my last chance to make it to the nationals. It’s going to be a long month before the next shoot, and by then the qualification deadline will have passed. There’s always next year, I suppose. Besides, since this is the last shoot of the year I’d rather just enjoy myself. So I won’t score. There are more important things in life than competitions.

As always seems to be the case when I just relax and shoot, don’t try to count, I start doing really well. Shot after shot hits the mark, at some quite high points. I start calculating…

It’s good.

Could I? Is it… POSSIBLE?

Such wishful thinking James… But it wouldn’t hurt to just jot down some scores.

I grab a score sheet, easier than printing off a digital when I’ve got no credit, and a board, and I begin to jot the numbers down.

You’ve never shot it so good. Sure, I still have the two hits, one miss problem, rounding off at ten hits in every twelve, but the hits are high and they drag me up and up and up… A ten, at one point.

We might, I think, do this…

I’m the last man shooting, and with it being the last shoot, this wasn’t exactly a heaving one. I haven’t finished the sheet when other James tells me: ‘you’ve got one more shot James.’

It’s do or die then…

I go for as many arrows as will fit in my quiver and go for one mega last end.

The old refrain echoes down my ear…

I am not throwing away my shot… I am not throwing away my shot… I am not throwing away my…

 

I look at the target.

‘Well…’ I ask myself. ‘Did I make it????’