We're not much of a hunting family. I haven't hunted since I was in high school and that was just ducks and birds. I practice catch and release fishing except when we fish for salmon in Alaska, and that's only at the explicit request of Amy who really likes to eat fish. Heck, I don't even eat fish. (My rule: "If it comes out of the water it doesn't go into me. Except tuna because that comes out of can.")
So when my eight year old daughter got a compound bow and a couple of arrows for Christmas I was a bit perplexed. Until I remembered she LOVED archery at Girl Scout camp. Still, a lethal weapon for an eight year old? (In the gift giver's defense, it was on her Amazon wish list, put there by a semi-responsible adult.)
Fast forward about two months and it was high time we shot the thing. One of the many nice things about living in the boonies is we can shoot things without anyone giving it a second thought. In fact, many of our neighbors probably wondered what took us so long to get around to it.
The poor pizza box never stood a chance.
Lilly shot first. She's not exactly Katniss yet, but she can send the arrow downrange in a hurry.
Henry was second, mainly because it was Lilly's bow. He opted for more of a Chewbacca-style crossbow method that was as awesome looking as the furball, but as accurate as your average Storm Trooper.
I shot, too. First time shooting and I actually hit the target.
Next up: Riding the zip line and shooting arrows just like in Brave.