Archers Talkin’ Archery – Renee McDowell

More quick interviews with archers here in the north and elsewhere. Archers Talkin' Archery is back!

More quick interviews with archers here in the north and elsewhere. Archers Talkin' Archery is back!

A bow is born long before the first curl of wood makes its way to the ground before the rasp makes the first bite into the grain or the sinew begins to hum against the frame that is slowly taking shape.…

“The bow whispers to the archer: trust the wind, trust the arrow, trust yourself.” There’s a certain quiet to the past, a hush that lingers in old things—tools, stories, hands that remember what the world once was. Some things don’t…

A film review of frontier brutality, archery, and the quiet horror of survival. There’s something primal about the way American Primeval treats archery—something that strips it of romance, of the quiet elegance we might have once attributed to it in…

There’s a curious thing about homecomings. They aren’t quite what we imagine them to be, are they? A man sets out, faces the tempests of the world, and dreams of the day he will step across the threshold of home,…

Aiming for Connection Archery isn’t just a sport or a skill—it’s an invitation to step into a world that challenges and rewards in equal measure. It prompts precision, patience, and self-awareness, and it always gives something more in return. Whether you…

More quick interviews with archers here in the north and elsewhere. Archers Talkin' Archery is back!

My first bow was a Diana longbow made by a Polish company called Lukbis. It was a wonder that felt as light as air, built to simplicity and beauty, and at a draw weight of 38lb, felt in your hand more like a toy than a weapon. Not only was this bow my first foray into archery; it was the foundation of my bow-wielding journey, one that taught me a great deal about form, technique, and the kind of unfathomable, silent connection that exists between archer and arrow.
Like so many newbies, I started shooting wooden arrows with plastic nocks, a sensible combination ideal for mastering the fundamentals. However, as my interest grew, I began seeking alternatives, motivated by a commitment to embrace the old-school craftsmanship of the sport.

Considered the most established of Anordaithe’s five continents, The Sigel still hides beautiful and wicked revelations yet to be found.
After receiving an invitation from the Maytoni Summiteers, Alejandro Zaragosa, Ksenia Kiamount, and Blair Ruthvane travel to The Sigel. The trio fall into a conspiracy, millennia in the making, forcing them along a path which crosses into the works of the very legend whose crusade sought to slay Alejandro - Orion Aldenberg.
Lost on another trail, Luciana Doran is in mourning for the man who restored a life to her. With a rogue Summiteer, she pursues the tracks of an unknown force threatening to bring forth an evil Orion worked to keep secret.
Presenting, the follow up to The Phoenix Archer, set shortly after the events of the first story, The Phoenix Archer - Orion's Legacy.

More quick interviews with archers here in the north and elsewhere. Archers Talkin' Archery is back!


The Archer’s Compass, Part I Sophocles’ Philoctetes is such a tale. A story, not of victory, but of exile. Picture him there on that rocky isle of Lemnos, its crags jutting up like broken teeth from the indifferent sea. The…...

Welcome Clodagh and thank you in advance as I know this is going to be an interesting chat with you.We go back a long way with the club with lots of memories, mostly of a happy and fun nature but…...

More quick interviews with archers here in the north and elsewhere. Archers Talkin' Archery is back!

Eugen Herrigel. The name doesn’t stride confidently through history’s corridors. It lingers instead in its dimly lit corners, somewhere between the poetry of a fleeting idea and the stern weight of unyielding reality. You won’t find him leading armies or…...

The sacred cow of archery technique—the release. Countless books, videos, and coaching seminars have exalted the act of letting the string slip from the fingers as the moment of transcendent perfection, the alpha and omega of a good shot. But…...

The leaden days of socialist monotony in the 1970s and 80s had an odd way of pressing on the spirit, like a cold fog that never actually lifted. But even in the dreary grind of lining up for bread, sugar…...



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