The Axe Badger Blog

It’s the time of the year where one need look back on their achievements, failures, and over-expenditure vis a vis equipment for goofy sports. And me, dear reader, well, I’m no different. Though, In looking back through my dusty tomes, it seems like I failed to share any of my goals for 2025, which makes this kinda a weird post. I could say anything. I could say I had a goal to overspend on axes and hide in hotel rooms after tourneys to avoid socializing—and that I nailed it.

' Twas the night before Clutchmiss, no-one gave a crap because nobody was working, not even "that" app; The chalk bags were hung by the axe lane with care, filled with cig butts, for Saint Clutchmiss to share; Axe-kin were nestled all snug in folding chairs; While visions of prem clutches danced in the air, And Otter in a kerchief, and Ch øpman in his cap, And me in a coat asking "wtf is up with that?" When out from the bathroom arose such a clatter, I sprang from my third th

Winter and the holiday season oftentimes can make emotions swing a disproportionate amount, compared to the rest of the year. Truth is, there are plenty of human brains out there affected by seasonal depression -- or just the melancholy of colder, darker months. Convincing your brain (either through therapy, or medication, or whatever works) is a tricky business -- point in fact, it's a very, very hard thing to battle it out with your own brain when you (that same brain) is t

On Sunday, I threw in a marathon big axe league. Well, "threw" is a bit of a misnomer: I was there, and I chucked axes at a target, but I don't know if you'd qualify anything I did at that marathon as axe throwing. Because I finished pretty poorly, I doubt there is anything beneficial I could share with you about the experience (save for maybe this: I deci ded to say "eff it" pretty early on, and it made the whole experience much more enjoyable for me). Instead, I thought I'd

Axe throwing is great. It’s fun. The big thing people’ve (yeah, I made a new contraction. I don’t care) said during interviews and promo videos and thank you posts is that the axe throwing  community  is the real cherry inside the sundae. And that—as far as this humble badger has seen—is absolutely true. The axe throwing community is second-to-none. We somehow lucked into having a near cult-like support network with each other, forming intense, seemingly lifelong friendships

YES! YES! GATHER ROUND DEAR THROWKIN! IT'S TIME! CLUTCHMISS IS HERE! Now, for those of you who don't pay attention to every fakakta idea I share here , Clutchmiss is a celebration for axe throwers that allows us to come together, appreciate each other, and make offerings to Clutchy for fewer missed clutches in the coming year. I think that's what I said last time? I don't really remember. Anyway, it doesn't matter. The beautiful thing about Clutchmiss is how it doesn't have a

I think the first time I met Marcus was at Clutch Shot for a marathon league. He was quiet and very, very good. But he was also hella friendly and had one of the best stickers I'd seen in the sport. I had the chance to catch up with him at Choptober this year, and the net result is this tiny axe thrower interview: Badger: How long have you been throwing? Throwdo : Just about six years now. I started at Mazhu Axes, which was in Philly, then I transitioned over to Choppers and