The Axe Badger Blog

I've looked up to Pops since before I started throwing in a league. In fact, it'd be safe to claim that he's the reason I solidified my interest in the sport. When I first learned of axe throwing, I did the normal Millenial thing of looking up everything I could online - and there wasn't much. Sure, a lot of WATL championship videos and a few "here's how you throw" shorts, but nothing to really speak to the excitement, overall, of this goofy hobby. Then I came across a bunch

It's that time again! Here are 366 photos from the last Choptober in Cherry Hill. A few notes, as ever: If you see yourself in a picture and you don't want it to be here, reach out to me and I'll take it down, no questions asked. I am not a photographer. Well I mean, I am a photographer in as much as I took these photos. But I'm a writer - so like, don't expect brilliance. But they are here and they're free so like... To that end, I didn't do any editing to these photos. If t

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 the last* Choptober. I didn't quite know how sentimental the whole event would become. If people would just stop, mid-throw, to hug their competitor and cry big heartwarming tears about the move to a new location. Or if the entire event woul

Choptober is a cultural waypoint. A milestone of the axe throwing year, and a whole bunch of fun to boot. It's a time to catch up with folks, get a feel for the community at large, and, you know, dress up and be goofy. It's the biggest serious-not-serious tourney I've been to, and while I've only done it once, it has a long pedigree of being an institution in the sport. Naturally, I need to come up with an over-thought plan to fight against my natural urge to not be witnesse

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...