Sunday Jo introduced us to the sport of hatchet throwing since these Brooklyn girls had never experienced such a thing. Hatchet throwing is often combined with beer drinking, but we were happy to experience it without alcohol (hatchets and booze - what could go wrong?). We were outside the Hatchet House early Sunday afternoon when it opened. Jo got me an official T-shirt so I could fit in.
[Linda has one too, but she decided to wear her other gift from Jo - the Humboldt Crabs T-shirt (the Crabs being a point of Humboldt pride as the oldest continually-operated summer collegiate baseball team in American baseball).]
We got a lesson on throwing and safety from the Hatchet House staff and then they turned us loose.
It’s all about distance, speed and keeping your wrist straight. Not easy, but each of us did get at least one in the creditable zone
You can see Jo got off the best shot
Here’s Linda lettin' er rip
After all that we came home for a dinner of sausage, leeks, and peas pasta - with peas fresh shelled from Jo's garden. Sadly no picture. The peas deserved better.