Two short whistle blasts brought the young archers to the line followed by a single whistle blast allowing the arrows to be cradled by the rest and released towards the target. The three boys; one twelve, another fifteen and another sixteen, were shooting at targets twenty yards away. The youngest...

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It was a quiet night.  It might have been a Friday, or maybe a Wednesday, I don't really think the day of the week mattered much.  What mattered was that roar I heard from the crowd assembled.  That sometimes deafening...

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