Not quite as spectacular as Fenrir's Mayhem but at least I rowed the Viking galley 5 km before conducting the raid, which was mostly me getting knocked over on my back and crunching back up (aka core workout)...
And of course, the gratuitous 20 yd grouping that went really well. I was shooting pretty well on the field range up until I saw hogs. Lots of hogs. Then I just couldn't quite focus on my shot, as I really prefer NOT to get ambushed by hogs, especially if they have orc-like tusks and attitudes!
The (mis)adventures and thoughts of an aspiring master archer, lifter, and fantasy author who happens to be irresistibly drawn towards wolves, raptors, and parrots. They may say there's no such thing as Paradise or Perfection, yet I'm still searching for them. Why do I keep searching? A voice speaks to me and says: "Search for Paradise and aspire for Perfection"...