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After owning a set of throwing knives for, like, a year and a half, I finally got the chance to use them in a league. After a very open, loosey-goosey sort of invitation, I gathered up my road dawg OtterGuy to travel due east to Cherry Hill, New Jersey, joining a lil' gang of miscreants to huck a different shaped steel at Chopper's. There was an added bonus of the marathon being a sort of celebration for my-very-best-friend-forever Mel's birthday, so my going was a shoe in. A

Earlier today, I published a post about the value in pausing before your throw (to get an actual read on your position, making for a more...

Life is full of assumptions; it needs to be for us to function. Assumptions are just things we believe without having vetted them...

As of yesterday morning, Don Caro, third of his name, became the newest tenant of a previously-used axe house in south Philly. Don has...

Dear reader, sometimes a great plan just comes together. What makes a great plan? Well, bud, that's when doing something good is both...

Dear reader: maybe a year ago, I interviewed Native. But, me being me, I actually recorded nothing at all. It's a shame, as the entire...

The last Choptober (at Cherry Hill) is coming up, and as part of that bittersweet event, the axe house is running a little contest: a...

Well, I won't say I planned it this way, but here we are. Last week was the first of the newest Wednesday league at Meduseld Meadery. A...

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