The Hart House Archery Club is open, and the room looks full to me. They tell me this is nothing. Now, get the batcave out of your head. This gang is more like the Buffy's Sunnydale crew, in the later seasons when their characters are nicely developed. Witty quippers with intriguing depth, blessed by the wand of cool geekery. Playful, they pause to festoon a member with all the quivers they can link together (a bit like a weird bridal shower ritual). Group by group, though, they move up to the line and morph into an ambitious energy of archers.
I visited my old haunt on the last official session of the past year. As of about a couple of weeks ago, they've got a fresh batch of recruits. I was a student at U of T when I belonged to this club but you don't have to be. What you do have to be is determined. The registration was on a Thursday morning, and if it was like the year before, we're talking about 500 or so people wanting 100 spots. Congrats to those who snagged 'em, and bonus points for getting up early - people have showed up at like, 5 a.m. - or ditching work to line up;D