Every time I think of archery I remember two different cats where one almost lost one of it lives and the other missed getting shot. With one I was shooting at a target and a cat jumped out of a tree branch just as I let the arrow go. If the cat had been a little bit lower or I had aimed a bit higher well . . .
Fortunately, all that he suffered was a scratch on his stomach and I had a nervous breakdown.
The second time (a different time) I was getting ready to pull the bowstring back and my finger slipped and let the arrow go, it skitted across the ground and right under the belly of a cat who was standing and watching us.
One of the few "male" things that my dad let us girls do was learn how to shoot a gun and use a bow.
But a whole week to wait!
Anyhow, I am looking forward to getting that venue and doing the archery. And I won't have to worry about a cat jumping out of a tree, which is a bonus.