Funny story: So I’m at the McAlester Army Ammunition Plant on Saturday to cover an archery tournament. My plan had always been to cover the shoot-off, but I’d asked one of the coordinators to find me someone local to this area who’s big into archery and would let me write a feature on him or her.
When I met up with the coordinator, he told me he’d found a real naturalist, a “Davy Crockett type,” in his words, making me very excited. After the shoot-off ended, he introduced me to the guy, telling me about all of his archery accomplishments.
Each time a new accomplishment came up, I laughed and said, “I know.” Because I already knew all about this guy — in fact, I’d written about him a year ago.
Because of the profile I’d planned to write, my former subject wouldn’t really work, because the questions I’d have asked would’ve been identical to the ones I asked the first time. The coordinator offered to find me someone else, but I politely declined.
Instead, I just expanded the archery shoot-off into a double-length story. Here’s it, and everything else from this past week.