Actually, Craig, without really realising it at the time, I rubbed shoulders, (kind of) with a world champion archer, called Jim Burton, who just happened to live next door to my cousin's grandmother, in li'l ol' Gisborne, NZ, where I grew up. Because of where he lived, and we knew him so well, we sort of took it with a grain of salt he was a world champion.
Even when one day we went to a shoot because my aunt and uncle had taken it up, and my auntie Jean was having trouble hitting the target, let alone getting a score. Jim was there, (apparently he started the club), saw what was happening, and he wandered over. He stood about twenty feet to her right and about ten feet forward of where she was standing, and just quietly advised her ok Jean, draw back to your cheek, aim at the target,..ok…up a bit..no…that's a bit much..down a bit…that's it…steady…release…bullseye..! Repeated several times in succession. Not kidding. She was chuffed. I was impressed, as was everyone else there that day. But he was so matter-of-fact and modest, you know - no biggie, sort of attitude.
That did get my attention. But it's only since I have done it myself, I realise how skilled that was. Then I started to see if he was really who people said he was - he was indeed - have a gecko at this link. He was a bit of a deadeye Dick, and with rifle as well.
Burton, William John – Biography – Te Ara Encyclopedia of New Zealand