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Shooting with the Pro’s
Jylyna Zedan
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 When I finally thought that I was a pretty good shot, my dad came home one day and invited me to go shoot in an archery competition with him and the guys. Now we’re not talking about my dad, and a few "normal" friends, we’re talking about PSE pro staff shooters!
I was so excited when I heard that. I never would have thought that I would ever shoot with them, and I was really happy. For about three weeks straight I went down in the basement and practiced shooting. I wanted to make sure that as their team member, I should be shooting just as good as them. I didn’t want to embarrass myself or disappoint the guys by just showing up, and having my arrows go all over the target.
As a few weeks passed, it was finally the day of the shoot. I practiced one last time, got my bow ready, and my dad and I then headed out. Getting closer to our destination, I started getting butterflies in my stomach. I haven’t shot in front of a lot of people in a few years (since I was on a league); I didn’t want to shoot badly. I was praying that nothing would go wrong with my bow, and I just wanted to have a fun stress-free time. After my dad and I got our bows set-up, he put his hand on my shoulder and said "Lyna, I don’t want you to be nervous. This shoot is just friendly competition, and just for fun. Good luck, and shoot straight!"
A smile then came upon my face, and the butterflies went away. I looked around and seen men, women, boys, and girls. It looked like a comforting place, and all the sudden, I didn’t feel so left out. Everyone let off a few practice arrows (I shot about 20), making sure everything was perfect. A few minutes later was the beginning of the real test. Shooters were put into their lanes, got told which target to shoot at, and then the whistle blew. During the shoot I was wondering why it seemed like no one else was having a difficult time pulling their bows back after a few rounds. My dad told me that they were all shooting target bows, and ours were hunting bows. They weren’t at all pulling back as much poundage as us, so they could hold their bows longer to aim. Everyone gave my dad and I a lot of credit since most of them were only pulling back from thirty-five to forty pounds. I was pulling back fifty-one, and my dad was pulling back sixty-four. It was getting very difficult but we were going to make it to the end.
It was the last round and we all had shot about sixty arrows, with only five left. All my energy went to making sure my crosshairs were on bullseye, and I would have a decent shot. After the last arrow it was time to tally up the points. The score sheet was out of three hundred, I closed my eyes, opened them and seen my score of two hundred and forty-seven on the sheet. Later I found out that I placed third in the women’s division I was shooting in. A smile came across my face and I knew that I had did it. It didn’t matter to me what place I got in the competition. I was just happy that I got the chance to shoot with the guys, and my dad. I thought I did a pretty good job for not shooting at five spot targets since I was eight.
I had so much fun shooting with the guys. They were so proud of me for doing so good. When I was shooting, I felt like I was part of the team, and later on that night, when they told me I was, meant everything to me. If someone asked me if I would do the whole thing over again, I would and I would not change a thing. I will leave you with a final thought, just when you think your shooting is untouchable, get a dose of reality and go shoot with the pro’s.
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