I don't know that I've mentioned it here before, but my husband and I belong to the SCA, better known as the Society for Creative Anachronism. It's an international medieval reinactment organization. Last weekend a nearby branch of this organization held a three day event along the Umpqua River, at River Bend Park. We went up on Saturday to shoot archery, and hang out with friends.
First thing we had to deal with was the heat. It was predicted to hit 102 degrees that day (it did), and we were shooting archery out in a mown hay field next to the river. So, not only was it bloody hot, it was humid as well. As per usual with SCA events, we were supposed to start at 10:00, but didn't actually start shooting until after 10:30. It was already in the high 90s by then. But we battled on, shooting what is called a Royal Round = targets at 20,30, and 40 yards, then a speed round at 20 yards.
An hour in, I was standing behind Robert between shoots, as he was the only shade. We both drank gallons of water, and I never had to pee the whole day, 'cause I was sweating rivers.
That's me at the end of the line, looking like a twelve-year-old next to those bigger guys (The river is right on the other side of those trees). Also, I was using the cheap $30 kiddie bow I bought to practice mounted archery with, so I made them all promise not to laugh at me before I started shooting. Robert decided to just spot arrows for me instead of shoot (I think he just didn't want to use that silly little bow), which was good, as the arrows were really hard to find, slipping under the grass and hiding so well that a some folks lost a few that day. I had fun, barely hit anything, and probably sweated off five pounds...which I didn't need to lose.
As a reward to myself, after the shoot, I headed to the grassy area of the park, where the big Rainbird sprinklers were going, took off my boots and socks, and went in to play. You know what, it's just as much fun as it was when I was a kid. It also saved me from passing out due to heat stroke!
We stayed to watch the fighting—heavy weapons and rapier—then headed for home at around 3:30, as it was an hour's trip and we needed to get back in time to clean stalls and put the horses up and feed them. When we arrived at our place, the temp gauge on the deck read 105 degrees, in the shade!
Robert and I both had fun, wished we could have stayed for the festivities taking place that night, and decided it was time to get out my 30+ year old Browning recurve and see if it was safe enough to restring and shoot ground archery with (which it is, as we just had it tested, and were told it was fine and good to go). I'll keep using the kiddie bow for mounted archery until I get better at that, and won't worry about dropping a $160 bow and having my horse step on it. Actually, the Browning wouldn't work for mounted archery anyway, as it is too long.
Now we just need to get Robert a bow, and we will both be able to shoot. Hopefully, if it's as hot as it was that weekend, there will be sprinklers we can play in afterwards to cool off.