Personal Narrative: Prattville School

Bowfishing is a fast-growing, but little known sport that is seeing a large trend occur as people are coming from all around to enjoy bowfishing tournaments. Bowfishing tournaments bring the best hunters from around the globe to engage in a series of events to find the best shooters, fastest shooters, and more. Bowfishing is exciting and enticing, but many local residents of the bowfishing tournaments aren’t sharing the same love as the hunters.

Native Americans started using the bow and arrow in 500AD. Native Americans started using them, for hunting to be effortless and quick. One of the main reasons they decided to use bow and arrow was because they saw that that was a way more efficient than the spear. Not only, but bow and arrows actually used less material than spears. With time, Native Americans started boosting the device, just like: poisoned arrows, small bows, etc.

When it comes to sports my family has many ties to Middletown High School South. In the Going as far back as the 1980’s when my Dad attended the same high school. He was a standout wrestler for the team and was given multiple scholarships to wrestle in college. My family name is everywhere within the trophy rooms and walls of Middletown South. I am the youngest of three children with two older sisters coming through high school before me. Both of my sisters were outstanding runners for Middletown South and are now running on collegiate levels. Then there is me following in my dad 's footsteps, trying to leave my mark in Middletown South 's wrestling history.

I was lost. Friends were not at my disposal. Time was in abundance. Thoughts was all i had. Freshman through Christmas break of my sophomore year I attended Berks Catholic High School, but before that I graduated from a feeder school named Scared Heart School. This school had diversity, respect, and a place for all students from kindergarten to eighth grade. After graduation all local feeder schools merged into the high school, Berks Catholic. This was a place to start over or grow into the person you desire to become and to make friends. I was so overwhelmed and could not have been more happy in life once I arrived, but it took less then a school year for me to realize I was unhappy. I was denied from starting my own club to help less fortunate kids in my area, my

Herrigel associated the idea of detachment with all stimuli and emotion, affecting the archer’s performance. This is directly from Zen Buddhist philosophy, where all stimuli stemming from attachment such as sadness or delight hinders the ability to achieve enlightenment. What Master Awa wants Herrigel to understand is that all outside influences and attachments must be purged in order to succeed in the “art” of archery. In order to reinforce the lesson, the master disciplines his student whenever a moment of emotion appears, positive or negative. What the master archer holds internally when using the bow and arrow is a complete emotional neutrality, a state of indifference towards the outcome. This state of detachment allows master archers to focus on the practice instead of the result desired. However, detachment does not only come from outside influences; the detachment of the self is also necessary to master the art of Japanese archery. Herrigel’s (1953) example of this is how a master only mentions to a pupil that “…all right doing is accomplished only in a state of true selflessness” (p. 29). Detaching the self from the body allows the “spirit” to control all three elements: body, bow, and arrow, forming a single cohesive entity that accomplishes the “ritual” of shooting the

1226 Piedmont School Rd resided directly across the street from an enormous, private K-12 academia of the same name; the house serving as the poster child of the neighborhood’s median income to all who commuted to and from the institution. In front, the driveway curved in a half-circle, at just the perfect angle to make mom’s new E-class look pristine facing the road. Supplementing the view on either side, two Japanese Maples my father planted for my brother and I as a birthday present: one named after him, and the other after me. In the spring the leaves sprouted out from the branches with five tips, like hands reaching for the sun; in the fall they turned bright red, like a bouquet of roses before perishing. Against the backdrop of the brick

The recreation center's program director, Steve Bandura watched the informal football game between Mo'Ne and the boys. He noticed that Mo'Ne “was throwing this football in perfect spirals, effortless and running these tough kids down and tackling them.”1 Immediately, Bandura knew that Mo'Ne had extraordinary talent and, with the right guidance, a promising future in sports. He asked Mo'Ne to come watch one of his basketball practices. Mo'Ne insisted on participating rather than just watching.

Freshman year came along and I wanted to attend Sullivan High School. I wanted to come back to my hometown, I was just missing the people I started it all out with in the beginning. My dad and I had all of the paperwork finished already to go for me to attend Sullivan High School in August, but my mom refused and wouldn’t budge to let me go. She didn’t want me going to Sullivan, she wanted me to stay with all of my new friends I had made at Owensville. She thought my best bet would be to stay and proceed to go to OHS. So, I went through volleyball season as a freshman at Owensville High School, and it was a good couple of months while it lasted. Come basketball season, I didn’t want to play at Owensville, I wanted to come to Sullivan, and

With time, Darkwing did indeed give her more freedom. They went on genuine patrols, did actual crime-fighting even. However, Darkwing maintained his iron rule against solo missions, even the light patrols; Gosalyn, of course, had a solution: one Honker Muddlefoot. Honker, her best friend and frequent partner in shenanigans, would reprise his role as Quiverwing Quack’s trusty, if cowardly, sidekick ‘The Arrowkid’. Darkwing agreed, only because he never expected Honker to actually say yes. In retrospect Darkwing realised he should have seen it a mile away; where determination and stubbornness fuelled Gosalyn, young puppy love was what compelled Honker.

When selecting a bow, you want the most accurate. The problem is that there are so many bows to choose from. To make this an easier decision between two of them, we are going to test the accuracy of the flat bow and the compound bow. The results of this might not mean that the bow is the most accurate for you, but it might give you an idea. Our hypothesis is that the compound bow will be more accurate, because that is the bow almost every pro archer uses and they are pretty accurate.

While shooting bows and arrows during Scouting events can truly be fun (trust me, it really is!), I have broadened my knowledge in a wide variety of subjects through Scouting - whether it is to cook the perfect sunny-side up

Ever since became eligible, my parents were insistent about taking advantage of athletic opportunities for me and my brothers. Coming from a lineage of sports enthusiasts, it was imperative for my parents to continue the legacy with their healthy triplet boys. Beginning with soccer and Tee-ball then to basketball and track, the protentional for the adjective unfolded early on in my life and continued to blossom in its truth. Some of my earliest and

If you are a hunting aficionado, this is your kind of activity you don’t want to go wrong while outdoors. I am more into sporting and one aspect I always find inevitable for successful hunting is that you always to upgrade your expertise embrace a lot of endurance and exercise caution.

The introduction of the compound bow has led to a general increase in the love of archery and in the interest of hunting and targeting.

This hunting season had come fast and had a fantastic start. I hunted every weekend of archery left school early some fridays and even taken several days off of school completely to go out. In early archery it seemed as I couldn't go five minutes without seeing deer and a lot of them, some of them would even be considered shooters if I hadn't been so picky. I saw turkey, squirrel´s, porcupine´s and even a piebald deer. It felt like if it as in the woods I saw it. There was an occasion or two where I nearly pulled the trigger but I kept waiting telling myself it was early in the season and I should wait to see if something bigger would come by. It wasn´t just me with the luck though, it felt like everyone who went out where I hunt had luck. My uncle shot a nice eight and my other uncle shot a nice seven, on back to back weekends. My cousins would see all kinds of stuff too. We were all passing up deer nearly every sitting and you just got that feeling that it was going to be a great year.