Getting Ready for Hunting Season: An Accuracy Update

You can, apparently, sprain your butt from shooting a bow, although I suspect you’d need a really powerful bow and really weak butt muscles. But it is possible, because shooting a bow uses a lot more muscles than you’d think. Let’s review them, shall we?

• You’ve got all kinds of shoulder muscles: latissimus dorsi, teres major, and the deltoid, to name just a few. (The Deltoids have lived down the street from us for years and have never invited us over for dinner.)

• You’ve got neck muscles, including part of the trapezius and the levator scapula. (Levator is not related to Lipitor, by the way. It’s not available in pill form.)

• Your “core” muscles: rectus abdominis, erector spinae, and obliques. (These were all formerly known as “stomach” muscles. Somehow “core” edged that term into obscurity. Core must have really good PR people.)

• Your hip and upper leg muscles: gluteals, hamstrings, quadriceps. (I've never quite understood where the word "hamstring" comes from. The online Collins dictionary I use is extremely helpful in this regard. The totality of its word-origin entry for hamstring, which it traces back to the 16th century, reads thus: C16: ham1 + string.)

As we age—okay, as I age—these muscles become weaker, more prone to injury, and slower to heal. In short, a bad deal all around. I screwed up my rotator cuff last fall and have been nursing myself back to shooting form. This entails a whole bunch of weird shoulder exercises and very, very little shooting. Like a maximum of five shots per session and no more than three or four sessions a week for now.

To keep from getting dispirited, I tell myself that these early sessions aren’t about shooting accurately. They’re only to reacquaint my body with the perilous act of shooting a compound bow. Yesterday, I went out and shot five arrows at 20 yards. And, probably because I wasn’t thinking about accuracy, I shot the tightest 20-yard group of my life.

Which makes perfect sense. Once you stop grasping at accuracy like the monkey with its paw in the cookie jar, accuracy comes on its own.

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