Used with author's permission
I swear this is true...
My name is Lord Sven Carlsson, late of Artemesia. There is an annual event in Provo, Utah at the local Mental Hospital. We think this is the perfect site because not only is it suitable for our mentalities but right behind it on the hill is a open football-field sized lawn and a stone amphitheater with stone walkways, turrets and narrow stairs; generally a nice castle.
We were holding the first event there where combat archery was allowed. Well, during one of the scenarios heavies were retrieving an item from the far end of the field 100 yards in about a 5mph wind. They were running around and generally we waited until they were within 30 yards before firing. Well, I drew back one of those hideous golf tube arrows and left fly at a 45-degree angle. Would you believe that I scored a perfect hit on the top of the leader's head at the opposite end of the field? (Yes it counted) I think my celebratory dance lasted about five minutes!
