We are back with the latest edition of TIFAM, packed with shoot pictorials, historical stories, tips, trivia, event recaps, photos, articles, archery wisdom, fiction, and plenty more from across our archery community. It is hard to believe we have reached…
Read the full poem What quality of iron flight tears the woven air of Camelot to strike the lonely room of Shalott? Blood blossoms on a bowman’s thumb long before the fletching leaves the string, due to the immense draw…
The Mane, The Unclaimed Waters between Fohalin and Nauberta – Typhon Resurgence, Day 17 “I’ve never seen anything that size in the ocean that wasn’t a land mass,” Rena breathed shakily, eyes wide, brow furrowed at the sight of the…
Our May 2026 edition is absolutely packed with Irish field archery news, stories, reports, interviews, history, tips, photos, and community spirit. Inside this issue: coverage from UKIFAC 2026 in Wales, Jack Pinson’s bow-making course at Carrowmore, shoot reports from Loch…
Of all the many fine things regarding the Bluebell Shoot, the finest was that the format had been reset from the common mixed affair back to the unmarked and marked rounds. Why there are so many mixed rounds, I don’t…
What price may peace set in flesh when a border takes its measure from an arrow? On my desk rests a cedar shaft from my field kit, fletching rubbed soft by thumb, nock scored by string, point dulled by straw,…
What burden rests in Abaris’ hand when Herodotus grants him an arrow, a road about the earth, a fast carried to its furthest pitch? Does the object keep the bite of a weapon, settle into a pilgrim’s staff, speak as…
What does a 108-centimetre yew bow lifted from Lake Banyoles mud¹ ask us to learn about archery before kings, heraldry, tournaments, or written war? A yew stave, darkened by lake-mud, carries a question heavier than any painted coat of arms.…
Hello and welcome back, archers. I do hope that you are all rested and ready for the year ahead. I managed myself an extra few days before I begin in earnest 🙂. And straight out of the fog of Xmas…
Hello and welcome back, archers, and it is good to be back in the woods, as I recently took to Redfox Archers for the first 3D shoot of the year, and it was brilliant to be back in the woods…
Hello and welcome back, archers. A week from today, many of us will make our way to the wonderful SETU Arena. We will register and maybe get a practice in while we are there. Begin the championships. So, how many…
Hello and welcome back, archers. Well, the European Indoor Archery Championships 2026 came, it saw, and it conquered the hearts and minds of us all, I think it is safe to say, and maybe our nerves also 🙂. For a…
What lesson passed from the narrow mouth of Dupplin Moor into the longbow, once a bodkin head rested in my palm like a cold tooth pulled from an iron beast? Hammered into a small point, the bodkin head grants blunt…
What survives of Taybugha al-Ashrafi al-Baklamishi al-Yunani once common biography narrows into grip, stance, breath, thumb draw, schooling, horse, treatise? Horn at the base of my right hand gives the first reply: a small crescent of polished material, warmed after…
What did William Neade truly try to save in 1624: the longbow itself, or the commonwealth of trained bodies that had gathered around bowstave and shaft, across parish field and statute, through drill, prayer, and pay? Within the small quarto…
What changed the longbow from dread into wood on the hill of Aríñez? A bodkin point rests in my palm like a small iron tooth, cold at first contact, then oddly private once the skin lends it heat. Such iron…
Why does an arrow that leaves the bow with a clean report begin to plane left or right before it meets the mark? I set that question beside a scarred ash shaft on my kitchen table; the pile had cut…
What does a long outdoor shoot truly test once the arrow leaves the fingers: aim alone, or a whole body kept in pact with weather, food, ground, recovery, patience? A wet scorecard asks that question better than any lecture hall.…
What should an archer do with the arrow that has already gone wrong, while the next one lies cold against the fingers? A cedar shaft sits high in the grass beyond the boss, its fletching tilted like a wounded bird.…
What happens to an archer in the last walk to the peg, when the shot has already entered the pulse before the bow rises? The peg looks small enough to vanish beneath a boot heel, yet it governs a whole…