Bismarck’s own Nishu Bowmen Archery Club, which is named after an old Native American word for “straight to the mark,” was first officially recognized in the 1960s. In collaboration with the Bismarck Parks & Recreation District they aim to hone archers’ target shooting, hunting, and competition skills at both their outdoor and indoor ranges, the latter of which is open year round to members.
Up until recently the only ways you could experience escaping from a room were by playing video games or going to prison. Video games are by the far more preferable of the two — I’ll take tapping buttons in the comfort of my living room over two decades of carving a tunnel through solid concrete using nothing but a soup spoon any time.
Although it had started out as a legitimate sport back in the 1930s, in the decades that followed roller derby gradually devolved into the female equivalent of the WWE. Scripted fights, fishnet stockings, and miniskirts which doubled as scientific studies into how many sequins a square inch of fabric could support before erupting under its own sparkliness took priority over athleticism, and the outcomes of the matches were often predetermined. Roller derby experienced something of a renaissance last decade, however. The showmanship angle with its stockings and sequins has endured, as have the athletes’ funny stage names like “Honey Basher” and “Princess Cut” — but the aggression, and the results of each bout for that matter, are very real indeed.
Imagine working on a plantation in Arkansas a hundred years ago. The twinge in your lower back as you’ve bent over for the ten thousandth time to pick a potato. Heavy wooden ladders coarsening your palms as you ascend to gather splitting green pecan nuts. The sweltering Southern heat bearing down relentlessly upon you, made immeasurably worse by humidity so thick you could practically swim through it.
Most people don’t equate North Dakota with great skiing, but by admission that’s only because of the competition our country has given us. While we may boast better cheese than Colorado, and more land than Vermont (you could fit seven Green Mountain States into one Peace Garden), they’ve certainly got us beat in terms of pure elevation. This isn’t to say we haven’t got great skiing, of course — Huff Hills Ski Area is evidence enough of that.