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Issue 50 (January 2026) of TIFAM – The Irish Field Archery Monthly is out, and it’s a landmark one. You’ve got Andrew Wayland’s big “look back at 2025” (with that end-of-year energy and a proper archery-season scan of what mattered),…

Issue 50 (January 2026) of TIFAM – The Irish Field Archery Monthly is out, and it’s a landmark one. You’ve got Andrew Wayland’s big “look back at 2025” (with that end-of-year energy and a proper archery-season scan of what mattered),…

In archery, the follow-through is arguably more critical than in golf or tennis, because the “engine” of the shot is the tension in your own body. While the arrow leaves the bow quickly, any collapse or movement at the moment…

Author: Dr. Antti Rintanen The paradox of archery performance lies in its demands: absolute physical stillness paired with intense mental alertness. Research demonstrates that elite archers who maintain lower heart rates during competition tend to score higher than those with…

TIFAM Issue 49 (Dec 2025) mixes club news, interviews, competition coverage, photo specials, and seasonal fiction: it opens with a Christmas message from the team and features editor Shelly Mooney (historian/artist/writer and longbow archer with Dunbrody Archers, Wexford) plus her…

Dear Archers, this time I bring you something a little different, written especially with those of you shooting the IFAA European Indoor Championships in March 2026 in SETU Arena, Waterford in mind; the article “Holding Focus In Waterford’s Arena” is…

A pale field, washed like chapel plaster after incense has settled, holds its own weather, and in that weather a severed head—half mask, half reliquary—floats as if a saint had been converted into an instrument, while the word Ariette (petite…

The first bamboo bow that entered my life never breathed Indian heat; it lived inside a grainy photograph pinned above my crowded desk in Portlaoise, between a postcard of Velázquez and a stained reading timetable. The photograph came from an…

Rome Learns Distance The arrowhead rose from the Mesopotamian soil like a small dark tooth, green under its rust as though it had grown there with the barley. A man in a fluorescent vest and cracked boots—whatever name his century…

Wind travels down from Baekdu’s crater lake in thin blue bands, crosses volcanic scree, the larch forests, the rice fields, and enters the peninsula with a faint taste of stone and snow; along that wind, for millennia, arrows have flown.…

The Mane, Sovereign Kingdom of Ebvren (The Barren State), City Capital Vrenki – Typhon Resurgence, Day 10 Whatever Ebvren, and by extension its capital city Vrenki, had to claim in terms of sovereignty, was beyond Fergus Reeves. If it wasn’t…

Late light spills over a summer field that could belong to any stop on the World Cup caravan—air thick as steamed linen in Shanghai, sharp as dry paper in Madrid—and in that blur of geography the camera for Mr and…

In sanguine martyrum regna Christianorum radicantur¹—in the blood of martyrs the realms of Christians take root. For a medieval mind that line had the weight of a weather proverb. It described how power settled into the soil. A grave that…

Bologna received him and gave him work. In that university city, where jurists and humanists argued late into the night under painted ceilings, he devised altarpieces whose saints seemed to hover between devotion and daydream, bodies elongated like instruments, fingers…

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…