November carries a clear marker for The Irish Field Archery Monthly as Issue 48 completes four uninterrupted years of publication, reflection, and field-bred argument. The magazine stands as a continuous conversation between cold shoots and warm rooms, between physical discipline…
Sometime ago I came across a peculiar, and dare I say comical, tid-bit of archery lore. When reading 1411 QI Facts To Knock You Sideways, there came an entry that excited me greatly as it was archery related. In the…
Dust deepened within the breach while heat raised a chalky veil from crushed ashlar, and a litter advanced in a long, breathing sway as four shoulders moved with choir-like discipline and the poles sang against their leather slings. Fever pressed…
I climbed the marble stair while a red weather gathered over my head, since Jacopo Foggini had wrapped the well in a suspended nuvola—a cloud with shadow sewn through it—and the stair rose as if the city itself breathed upward…
The Mane, Fohalin, Thilso Island Chain, Southeastern Province – Typhon Resurgence, Day 8 I common joke Renata Zeman had heard as a child, when her parents travelled around the countries of the Poet’s Sea, began with, “A Dytrentian, a Maytoni,…
Memento mori opens the late-October syllabus, and dies irae, dies illa gathers vigil air into study. Samhain with All Souls sets a horizon where remembrance carries ethical weight under eschatological pressure. An archer approaches the line and receives a rite…
A cold, fox-coloured light runs across the ridge above the Rother, and a banner—dragon or cross according to the teller—leans into the breath from the Channel. Hooves churn the slope into a paste of chalk and blood; ash feathers from…
Field grit and autumn craft run through the issue: a full recap of the IFAF Bowhunter Champs in Killygarry where squalls, open lanes, and long holds turned every shot into a lesson; plus the UAR results from 31 August laid…
The ring rests on a small palm and drinks the room’s window-light as if metal could breathe. Smoke hangs in a slow veil over maps and teacups, an ember answers the draught with a soft pulse, and the hobbit’s fingers…
Some men arrive larger than their birthplaces. They carry a heat that pushes maps outward, seeks new borders, stamps a name into the grain of years. When such a figure drops, ordinary endings jar the ear. An unassuming death jars…
A calm first month comes from a few steady habits. Learn the names of the parts, follow clear steps, and keep short notes after each session. The dictionary below explains the core setup ideas that help every beginner on an…
Archers! A new fictional fantasy serial has just begun.
Bowhunter -
The deathly binds keeping a gigantic sea snake, the Vainglory Typhon, at bay have been broken.
Thriving upon its territory for over a century, the citizens of Fohalin, their land, their cities, and their lives are devastated in the wake of the beast's return.
Yet, as the great beast reclaims its territory, it brings with it more than just obliteration.
Fohalin leadership shatters. Left in their stead is an excommunicated Pastoral from a foreign state, an unlucky and ungrateful hunter, and a pirate captain with a conscience who is bound to the will of his ship.
In seeking to cull the titanic creature they are pitting themselves against something that does not need to adapt to its environment, but rather forces the environment to adapt to its presence.
Whilst it is close to Halloween, I would remind the reader, and archer, that zombies, the undead, however you refer to them, are not a seasonal problem. Just as much as a dog is just not for Christmas, a zombie…
The inquiry is clear and simple: what is paper tuning, and how does a straightforward method on a home-built frame improve the flight of an arrow? A good question, for the true archer seeks efficiency, a clean, certain line between…
I came up with the idea to write this article after reading a message on the club’s chat—one of the fellow archers was curious about horse bows and asked for advice. I liked the brief exchange between him and one…
Knowledge gathers in the hands first. Before theory spreads its mesh, the body enters an agreement with wood, string, air, and ground. A seasoned yew settles into the palm with a weight that carries memory; cool grain moves under the…
Dear Readers, this article arose from a need of the spirit and from the shared curiosity of fellow archers who keep asking the same living questions. Two traditions—Japanese kyūdō and European field archery, especially clout—speak to each other through posture,…
Wind comes off the Irish Sea with a brisk salt that pricks the lip and lifts the gull-cry over the lough, and the ground in Down remembers. The turf keeps a grain of hoof and boot, a thin echo of…
The physical discipline of archery begins with stance—applied biomechanics and declaration in one breath. An archer settles the feet, a shade wider than the hips, weight gathered forward so the balls of the feet drink seventy percent of the load.…
Let me begin plain. What follows isn’t a manual, and it isn’t a coaching note. I’ve no wish to stand in front of anyone with a whistle round my neck. I’m not a trainer, and I’ve never been much of…