The Idiot Archers.

Ok, here is one for the ages but I caution anyone reading this post, this act I do NOT recommend, in fact, DON'T EVER DO THIS!

While we (in my opinion) were some of the best counselors that camp has ever seen, we did partake in some seriously questionable activity. Nothing that would endanger campers, however.

One night after some light partying out in the pits, a couple of us roamed out to the archery field. It was very late, maybe 1 or 2 am. We somehow got in to the archery shed and decided to take a little night time practice. We were aiming at targets for a while but eventually, they weren't enough of a challenge.

There was a small archery shed made of wood with a ceiling and benches. The walls were open on 3 sides and one side completely so you could walk in and sit down to get out of the sun. Someone said, "let's shoot in to the woods," "no way, that would be stupid, dude, we might hit something or someone, who knows what's out in those woods." Suddenly, someone, and I don't remember who, pointed his bow straight up in the air, let his bowstring snap and then yelled "RUN!"

So, we all dashed under the protection of the archery shed and waited. The arrow came down with a "ssssssss - THUD." All four of us let out our breath. After about a minute or so of processing the situation our brains finally came back online and we looked at each other and without saying a word, slowly walked out in to the field. This time, we were all going to do it.

Someone counted "1" everyone raised their bows to the night sky, "2" we all pulled back on the bowstrings, "3" everyone let go of their arrows and ran under the archery shed giggling and terrified at the same time. We waited in the silence that seemed to last hours for the first hint of an arrow returning to the ground..." Then, "sssss - THUD", one hit and another and then a third. For some reason, losing count of the arrows, I relaxed a bit. I started to walk toward the outside when the last arrow came down "ssssssss- THUD" two inches from my right foot.

We packed up all of the arrows and bows, locked the shed, and ran back to the farmhouse road, back to camp and to the middle of our unit. We sat on the swing that was there and said nothing for about 15 minutes. Until someone mumbled "well, I guess we won't do that again." He was absolutely right.