Hey, dear reader! I’m not one to promote a specific axe tourney, but honestly, I have no idea why I don’t. Seems like a service I should provide. A little benefit. So when Nessa reached out and brought this one…
Tourney Report
IATC 2026: The Good, The Bad, The Poutine.
Dear reader, where to even start. IATC 2026 was, for me, the largest series of axe throwing days I’ve experienced. I flew up on Tuesday and started watching/talking/covering/not sleeping in earnest on Wednesday. Meaning I experienced the glory of our…
180-ish photos from Countess Cup 2026
I had the great fortune of tagging along with Joypocalypse to watch the 2026 Countess Cup at the new Choppers in Philly. It was a relatively quick day for me, as we attended the Saturday festivities only — but wowee,…
Tourney report: US Championships, gifts, kindness, the blood god.
We’re now a fair distance from the U.S. Championship events of 2026, and after allowing my noodle-y brain process everything that happened, I’m ready to share some of the highlights, what was wonderful, and what was less-than-stellar. Think of this…
670 ish photos from the 2026 U.S. championship
My sweet, dear reader. You know what time it is. It’s too many, not-really-very-good photos time from yer ol’ pal badger. At first, I planned to separate out each individual event into their own little section, but after a breakneck…
US Champs is this week, and I’m ultra-stoked, now.
The first time I went to ChillAxe, I was greeted by kindness and love and joy and realized the place Rob and Dina built was, probably, the very best thing axe throwing had to offer. Smash cut to this year…
Why am I even here: A badger’s guide to surviving a no good, very bad axe throwing marathon (and having fun doing it).
I should have known about 10 minutes after waking up. All the signs were there, after all. Today (today being January 1st) was not the day for me to marathon. I wasn’t ready for a marathon. I hadn’t slept well,…
366 pictures from Choptober 2025
It’s that time again! Here are 366 photos from the last Choptober in Cherry Hill. A few notes, as ever: Enjoy!
The Last* Choptober: Revelations
There are, of course, the typical things. Eating free waffles at the Sleep Inn every morning. People whoo-ing across the venue, the sound moving like a murmuration of birds. Jell-o shots. But this was not just another Choptober. This was…
My first knife throwing league/tourney
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…