I've finally gotten around to reading The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood, and I was terribly jazzed because we were at the Bogenschuetzenfest in Kitchener-Waterloo and I couldn't imagine any modern thing so like what I was reading about. I don't mean it's old-timey at all. It's like we are to Mr. Hood as Buck Rogers is to us. Somebody call the folks at the Stephen Hawking Institute in town there. They'll wanna know about this.
I didn't expect to find fun watching other people take their turns but I guess our third time there, we know enough faces to be interested, and there were just so many characters to root for: a dad who took his turn then helped his young daughters one by one; a pair of rowdy jokers who boasted and teased; a woman who hit just about every turn, I think, but couldn't catch a break; the jovial guy who manned the refreshments under a giant umbrella. Like in the book, there were definitely a few exceptional shooters to keep your eye on - the first two of the days' prizes were claimed lickety-split by one venerable dame, and another pair by a young lass with a number of tails dangling from her vest that I suspect attest to her prowess.
Here's hoping there'll always be tournaments like this, spanning time - hey, and degrees of reality. (Big thanks to Andrew and the folks who helped him make it happen!) Maybe in the 25th century, there'll be legends about me.