Jay Cottrill can laugh about it now. About how he came within an arrow’s width of chucking bowhunting competitions altogether.
The Franklin resident figures it was around 2001 that a consistently infuriating case of the shakes in an undertaking built around the art of steely-eyed steadiness and concentration wasn’t the best of combinations.
“I had target panic, which is the fear of missing. Everybody who is in archery has probably been through it,” Cottrill, 62, said, attempting to describe what can be a hunter’s most demoralizing nemesis. “You’ve got to be focused and learn to block other things out.”