In his book of essays, "A Sand County Almanac", Aldo Leopold, in the chapter called February, describes the sawing down of a tree with about 80 years of growth rings.
He relates to slicing through each of the rings and recalls a piece of history for nature in America. The first forest officer, the first law to protect old growth forests etc.
When I think about his account of the story I think about the new shooters that attend my local comps. I see their nerves at the top of their skin. Their eyes as they try to grasp the range of everyone's equipment. I think back to my first times shooting competition. You can almost see the sweat forming as they try to take in all of the information on a walk-through and simultaneously pray that they don't do anything to embarrass themselves.
Leopold talks of the calmness of the old growth oak. I feel just as calm in my competition. Nothing better to help cool the nerves than to approach a new shooter and offer a hand and a smile. Kind of like shade on a sunny day.