Very interesting story. love itMy dad used to make tomahawk heads from old car springs, with old-growth Douglas fir salvaged from demolition sites for the handles.
Most of us in the family had (and have) one. But as far as I know, only one of his hawks was ever in a competition, and my nephew Justin used it to win. It must've been a pretty amateurish bunch, though. All of the other throwers crowded the line, and failed to even stick the target. But Justin had paced off the distance - and when he took his turn he stepped back a couple of feet instead, and nailed the center of the round. He knew how far his tomahawk traveled with each turn...
He won an incredibly gaudy tomahawk, that no one in his right mind would ever try to throw.
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