Modern Archery for Life

Jake Veit

Description

An archer’s autobiography shares personal experiences, insight, and images that shine an intriguing light onto an ancient sport that can be enjoyed by all ages.
It was the spring of 1951 when Jake Veit’s father, an avid outdoorsman, decided he wanted to learn to bowhunt. As Jake picked up his father’s enthusiasm for archery, he began shooting in tournaments and bowhunting small game, and ultimately helped his father found an archery club.
While intertwining his entertaining personal experiences while growing up in Ohio and beyond with insight into the ancient sport of archery and accompanying images, Veit provides a fascinating glimpse into all the ways involvement in archery can positively effect its participants. As he leads others through his experiences and the history of a sport that has helped man survive over time, Veit details his tournament experiences, the mental and physical control that he and others had to refine to be successful, how to properly execute a shot sequence and other techniques, and much more. Throughout his presentation, Veit reminds us that archery is a life sport that provides exercise and fun while demonstrating that no one has to win to feel accomplished.
Modern Archery for Life shares personal experiences, insight, and images that shine an intriguing light onto an ancient sport that can be enjoyed by all ages.

Sujets

• Sport
• Autour du sport
• Histoire du sport
• Autres sports
• Tir
• Sports
• Recreation
• Archery

Informations

• Publié par: Archway Publishing
• Date de parution: 28 juin 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665744812
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 18 Mo

Extrait

MODERN ARCHERY FOR LIFE
 
 
by JAKE VEIT
 
 
 
 
Copyright © 2023 by JAKE VEIT.
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
 
 
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6657-4483-6 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-4482-9 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-4481-2 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023909746
 
 
 
Archway Publishing rev. date: 06/27/2023
 
 
 
 
 
MODERN ARCHERY for LIFE

An Autobiography of one Ar cher
Modern Archery for Life is about my memories
and collected material over the years
I took all the pictures myself
Over the years shooting around the country
I have met many dedicated archers,
shooters and workers at the local level but
they didn’t have an interested in traveling to compete.
I don’t remember and can’t thank everyone enough
who has helped me along the way
It is not the skill you have in archery that counts
but your effort to develop that skill that counts
Thanks to the NFAA, Barebow Fraternity and USAA
This is to the Unsung and Unk nown
promoters of our sport of ARC HERY.
Thanks to my wife, who has put up with me and archery.
 
Idaho Dec. 1985
Chapter #1
Lets Get Started
Archery has been a part of my life since the age of 10. But lets start at the beginning. I was born Jacob Veit Jr. September 11, 1941 at Mount Caramel Hospital in Columbus, Ohio. To Jacob “Jake” F. Veit, Sr. and Betty Veit (Donavon). From what I can find out they where living with my fathers Mother at the start of their marriage. There are pictures of my grandmother, Tina Veit holding me as a baby in 1941 but I don’t remember her. I was baptized Jacob Fredrick Veit Jr. in the Catholic church, but I don’t remember that either. All my relatives called me Jackie, go figure I was a kid. My dad’s father Otto Veit died when he was 10, in some kind of an accident. My father left school in the 3 rd grade to help support the family, he was the youngest of seven. My dad, Jake Sr. grow up near St. Mary’s Catholic church in the south end of Columbus, Ohio. He worked as a youth and young man at a Sheet Medal shop owned by his Brother in Law, Edward L. King. Who was married to his oldest sister, Mildred L. My mom must of lived in the same area as my father, they met in their teens. My mother, Betty was a stay at home wife. Jake Sr. got a job working sheet medal on damaged aircraft in 1942 at Wright Patterson Air Force base in Dayton, Ohio.
 
 
 
In caring for me at home my mother gave me orange juice as a supplement to the milk. They never made the connection right off but after I had the orange juice I would break out in hives. I would scratch until I bleed. They put mittens on my hands and feet to keep me from scratch. After taking me to a doctor, it turned out I was allergic to orange juice and diagnosed as having Bronchial Asthma. Of course this limited my exertion in any physical effort but I learned my limitations and lived with it, not much choice. In 1943 my father received a draft notice from the Army. By this time he had a family with Jake Jr., his wife and a baby on the way. He gathered paper work from Wright Patterson that he was needed to work on damaged aircraft. At the recruiting office in 1943 he was told they needed foot soldiers. They didn’t even look at his papers, the sergeant just tossed them in a waste can. He was to report to a training center in Florida. My mother was carrying my brother Tom, so we all moved to Florida for his training, I assume. We stayed in Florida while my father was sent to Europe and he came back in 1946. He never talked about the war. I remember my mother’s sister Phyllis staying with us in Florida. My mother and her sister had an old car, a Chevy Coupe, picture on page 3. I think it was just to get around in, I don’t remember any trips. One day my brother, Tom and I where playing in the car. It was right there in the driveway, he was 2 and I was 4. The driveway had a slight slope to it, my brother was behind the steering wheel standing on the seat. I was on the floor playing with the pedals. I pushed the clutch in and the car started moving. My brother started jumping up and down with excitement. We rolled to a stop at the end of the driveway into a tree. No damage to anyone or anything. But I remember my mother was really upset. The car was locked all the time after that. I remember a hurricane, I don’t know why I was outside at the time. But I could lean some 45% into the wind and not fall down. There where bushes and tree limbs blowing by me. Going home I saw a Stop sign embedded in a tree. Never thought about anything hitting me? Our family album has photo’s of us at the beach and other places in Florida during that time. I remember very little but have the pictures.
My father was discharged from the Army in Florida where he had been in training. My parents decided, mostly my dad, to buy a 16’ house (camping) trailer and travel some on the way back to Ohio. We traveled around through states along the East coast for about a year. Dad wanted to see some of the country before going back to Ohio I guess. Going through the Appalachians some of the roads where steep and we where pulling a trailer in an old car. The old Coupe pulling the trailer uphill was working hard. Going up one hill a dog ran out into the road barking. My dad couldn’t stop on the hill with the trailer. We would never get up the hill from a standing start and it would be near impossible to back up down the hill. He hit and killed the dog. We got to the top of the hill and he pulled over and stopped. My dad went back to the dead dog and picked him up. He took the dog to the nearest house, it was their dog. He explained what happened and apologized and we went on our way. His concern for the dog and his owners stuck with me.
Another time we stopped at a trailer park in Massachusetts that had an old abandon rock quarry next to it, full of water. This was told to me; my dad decided to go for a swim. Before supper he put on his trucks and went over to the waters edge on a steep bolder. This quarry had some sheer sides most of the way around it. He went over to a 30’ rock ledge and dove into the water. As he surfaced he saw me jumping off the ledge after him with my clothes on, I think I was five. He was right there so nothing bad happened. But when he told my mom what happened, she got upset. It was in the New England area somewhere we were eating supper in the trailer. Spinach was on the menu, I didn’t like it. I was told I was going to stay there until I eat the spinach. I sat there for a long while, then my father came over and held me down. He held my nose closed and every time I went to breath he put some spinach in my mouth. You know today I like spinach. At one location where we parked the trailer, my dad caught some frogs, big frogs. My mom was cooking them, added some salt as they where cooking and the legs started moving, that was cool. We went through most of the states East of the Mississippi River. I’m sure we went to a lot of places I don’t remember. There are a lot of pictures in the family album, I just don’t remember most.
When we got back to Ohio I remember parked in a empty lot next to my mothers uncle’s place in Bexley, Ohio just east of Columbus. I remember walking down a road with no curb holding a big man’s hand. I seemed to know him, so I was relaxed. We went down the road to a store to get some candy. I didn’t know who he was until much later. He was my mothers father, my grandfather. Who passed away shortly after that. I remember going to a kindergarten in Bexley one year, I didn’t like nap time. So we must of been at that place almost a year living in the trailer next to my uncles house. We moved into a duplex house on Gates St. in German Village in the south end of Columbus. The trailer was gone but there where other kids in the neighborhood our age. Most of the houses there where Duplex’s. German Village then was a low income neighborhood and today it is very different, it is desirable condo’s area now. Our house was a fixer upper, my dad did work on the foundation and other rooms but it seemed nice as I remember. We at least had more room then the trailer. That is when I found out I was Catholic. We went to mass at St. Leo’s about three blocks from our house, almost every week. I started 1 st grade at St. Leo’s in 1947. There was another Christian church almost across the street from us. My brother and I attended bible class there in the summer when we were out of school, it was not Catholic. I assume my mother made my brother and I attend Bible School just to get us out of their hair during the summer. The house was facing south, we lived on the East side of the duplex and my Grandmother, Dort (short for Dorothy) lived in the West side of the duplex. I don’t know if my grandmother helped with the house payments or not. My Grandmother lived alone and she worked at a shoe store near downtown. She had a garage built in back and put a fence around her yard. To keep us kid and animals out of her yard I presume.