Someone pointed out that we've formed a unique kind of society at the public range The Facebook group where all this stuff comes together doesn't have a leader, though it has some strong, animated and motivated folks and if you want to make, like, whatever happen you can kinda just do it. Lots of the faces from there, who don't usually meet in real life, were palling around. I hung out with Dennis who'd usually be at the long distances, Hawthorne and Bill, who just live at a long distance, Luis who mostly only has days during the week free because he works in a restaurant. Sports sorts and families and a dude in a kilt and a Chinese cultural promoter and a goblin in disguise and an unmistakeable elf. The faces of the range flex a lot, as some people find other homes for their bows and new people discover Seton. Spending a whole day in the sun playing with each other is a way to make us more than just people we have something in common with online.
Jimmy, who'd organized it in the past, assembled me, Deirdre, Henry and Marko into a crack squad to take up the torch this year and gave us a blueprint to run with. And we did it with no meetings, policies, committees or politics. Hey, it's entirely likely the others put more sweat into it than I did, but they sure made it look like a cinch!
Fact: if you can't be flexible, you can't have it so easy. The night before, we realized the 30m targets were destroyed and just rolled with it. We went from a barbecue, to a picnic for ease, back to a barbecue because someone just wanted to pitch in with it. We settled that morning on double elimination, wondering if we'd be able to work it, and just plugging names into the pattern, it went like magic. We went from scoring with set points to just adding up scores because when we explained it to a sea of confused faces, someone yelled out, "Why can't we just do it this other way?" For sure, getting the whole thing stated was a bit wild because we let people jump in as they arrived and score themselves to sort who they'd shoot against but it's what let anybody jump in as they chose to. Even after eliminations had started, we decided to fit in latecomers where other people made space by, uh, flaking out from sunmeltedness. The one time someone flagged a glitch - a barebow with a sight on it - we just got the sight put away and carried on. Because, you know, we were playing. And that's how summer ought to be.