BSK Sturarna

I Hågas trygga famn, där stigen leder till en undangömd dörr i stenvägg, gömmer sig en källarlokal så trivsam att även Broder Tuck skulle lämna sitt mjöd för att pröva en pil. Här doftar det av trä, strängvax och stolthet – en doft som …

In Håga's safe embrace, where the path leads to a hidden door in a stone wall, hides a cellar room so pleasant that even Brother Tuck would leave his mead to try an arrow. Here it smells of wood, string wax and pride – a scent that bears witness to many hours of training, laughter and glory-filled hits in the middle of nowhere. The people here, they are made of the right wood. Beginners are welcomed as equals, and masters teach their secrets without holding onto them like treasures in a hidden chest. Here, every taut string sounds like a hymn to freedom, and every striking arrow a poem in honor of precision. If you are curious about the allure of the bow and dream of doing battle - not against men, but against targets - then I strongly recommend you to apply to the Sturanars club.

Prova på bågskytte. Vi hade otrolig kul. Mycket svårare än man tror.