I string a thick piece of twine between each end of the bow. I pull back the twine until it slips tautly in a small notch cut into the stock. The weapon is now cocked and ready for use.
Ronan O’Connell travels to the wilds of Laos to be taught the ancient art of archery by a Hmong Elder
Chai Song holds his weapon firmly and narrows his focus on a small target. Then he releases his left hand, triggering the crossbow and firing an arrow into the heart of a bullseye. The wiry 89-year-old Laotian man doesn’t celebrate. In fact, he doesn’t say a thing. Chai simply smiles and nods his head, like someone who has had a success which is pleasing, but of no surprise. “I knew I would hit it,” he says through a translator as he points towards the target. That’s the kind of confidence you gain when you’ve been wielding a crossbow for more than 80 years.
Chai is a member of the Hmong hill tribe, an ethnic group which originated in southern China before spreading to Thailand, Myanmar, Vietnam and here, in Luang Prabang, northern Laos. The Hmong are a traditional people who typically practice self-sufficiency through farming and are passionate about preserving their shared cultural heritage.
Chai lives in a small Hmong village on the hilly outskirts of Luang Prabang, one of the most beautiful towns in South-East Asia, home to about 50,000 people. Nestled between verdant hills and the commanding Mekong River, it is embellished by myriad gold-encrusted Buddhist temples which blend nicely with the French colonial architecture of its old town. This unusual mix of architecture, combined with its intoxicatingly slow pace of life, has made Luang Prabang the country’s main tourist drawcard.
Most of the Hmong people farm their own food or buy it from the local market. This is a change from their days as a hunter-gatherer tribe, when the men would scour the dense forest around Luang Prabang looking for animals to shoot with their crossbows. Some Hmong men still hunt. Chai did so for many years in his youth. He still looks well capable of entering the forest and returning with a fine catch, which is quite remarkable given his age.
With a long, steady stride, and a fuller head of dark hair than I, Chai looks to be about 70 years old, perhaps even as young as 65. When the translator passes on my guess, Chai’s face breaks into a satisfied grin and he tells me his actual age. I am stunned.
At 89 years old, he is sat on a stool, bent over, using a broad knife and his own strength to craft an impressive wooden weapon from teak and bamboo. This task is tough work, as I soon learn, but it does not seem laborious to him. Chai is tackling it with zeal. All the while he is teaching me how to replicate his actions.
Chai earns extra income by inviting travellers like myself into his home to learn the intricacies of making traditional Hmong crossbows. His aim is to be able to pay for the schooling of his great-grandchildren. Chai tells me he is proud to be able to help them by using the craftsmanship he first learned as an 11-year-old boy.
Crossbows have been used by Hmong people for centuries and have had many purposes. Aside from their value as hunting tools, the weapons also helped Hmong people protect themselves against attack from other humans or from wild animals.
Crossbows also have spiritual significance. Bamboo arrows are used as decorations during Hmong funeral ceremonies, a custom which stretches back for many generations. In Hmong folklore it is said the deceased will be shepherded safely into the afterlife by these arrows, which they can wield against foes on their journey after death. Bamboo, itself, is revered by the Hmong, who believe it to be sacred. This is due to the plant’s key role in Hmong society, used as a material for crafting buildings, furniture, musical instruments, household items and weapons.
Chai uses smoked bamboo for the gently curved bow part of the weapon, which is designed to intersect at a 90-degree angle with the teak stock of the crossbow. He picks up a piece of bamboo he lopped from a nearby tree and places it on the ground in front of me.
With a large, broad-bladed knife, slightly smaller than a machete, I skim across the surface of the bamboo, shaving it into a smooth shape under Chai’s guidance. Earlier he had helped me carve a piece of teak wood into a sturdy stock, which is the long base of the crossbow which its user holds, akin to the barrel of a gun. I slice away at the bamboo bow until it fits tightly into the narrow notch I have carved into the stock, three-quarters of the way down its length.
With my weapon completed and assembled before me, Chai gives me a thumbs-up and gestures towards the bullseye target. He wants to engage me in a shooting contest. Typically, I would fancy my chances in any battle against an 89-year-old. But I’ve already witnessed Chai’s skills with a crossbow. Defeat appears inevitable.
I take hold of the crossbow, which is sturdy but surprisingly light, feeling almost like a toy. Chai tells me that the weapon’s weight was crucial because Hmong hunters had to carry them for many hours as they trekked kilometre after kilometre through rugged terrain. While the crossbow is certainly easy to carry, it is hard to imagine the pressure of relying on it as your main means of acquiring meat.
Taking tips on posture and grip, I steady myself to make the first shot. It goes somewhere. I’m being unspecific because none of us know quite where it has landed. All we can be sure of is that it missed the target by a great distance. Chai can’t stop laughing, which actually makes me feel more comfortable. I was worried that my woeful marksmanship may insult him. Instead he finds it comical and sets about trying to hone my technique.
Gradually, my arrows move closer and closer to the centre of the target. Finally, the bullseye is struck for the first time since Chai laid down his own crossbow. I decide to go out on a high and immediately announce the end of my crossbow career. Despite eight decades of wielding this weapon, Chai is not yet ready to follow me into retirement.