We walked through the bush, where 3-D archery targets of elk, deer, sable, and lions lurked semi-hidden among the scrubby trees. I'd have to spot them, estimate range, ask myself whether I could get closer or steadier, find a rest or a solid shooting position, and then make the shot. Behind the vitals of each animal, there was an 8-inch steel plate. A solid hit rang the plate and flipped up an orange flag. Olds would call "hit," then measure the distance with a rangefinder.