The Caber
Toss of the Highland Games, "appears" to appear, in the bottom
image... more on that in a moment.
In fairness to our military lads... these boys are run and badgered to the point of mental and physical exhaustion to see if they will crack. If any individuals do crack they are out of the program.
In fairness to Natasha pictured here at 14, on her way to her Majorette competition, wherein she lost to Yvetna also 14, says her defeat was due to early stages of sinus infection. Natasha only placed second this event, having missed her "behind the back" catch of "Pencil", the nickname she gave to her baton, also shown here.
Natasha having performed the trick flawlessly in other events, confided that the "miss" of the thirty foot vertical toss then catch, was due to having to sneeze at the critical instant of the trick. She was inconsolable for weeks, but bounced back, taking another "first" in the following event three months later.
The Caber "Toss(?)"
Argyle McCallister is shown here during a promotional exhibition event, about 50 km northwest of Glasgow. In this picture he is shown demonstrating a more ancient event that was banned when Scotland lost its sovereignty to England.
No we are not talking about the Caber Toss, though Caber tossing got its start in this older and more difficult form.
Argyle is depicting one end of the Caber Spit and Catch. The untrained eye, is hard pressed to assess by a still picture, which end of the Spit and Catch, Argyle is demonstrating. Argyle, not known for his abundance of patience for anyone's ignorance of the sport's history, might loudly declare in laughter and grand moisture... "Oh aye, I'm the Spittar man... are ye the Catchar?"
In a brief description of this nearly lost game, some of which can be ascertained by Argyle's image, he Spits the Caber through fifty feet of air. It is then received by the Catcher who catches it in his or her mouth.
Argyle's partner in the faux competition, is his wife Moira (not shown). She states, "The trick is to catch the dry end of the Caber isn't it? That's where the most points are! And then to loose no teeth in the offing. Look... if I loose a tooth because of Argyle's misstep, he'll loose two... and you can wager on that." Argyle laughed again and replied with a wink, "Aye, after all, we canae take this too 'seriously' it 'tis a banned game."
Reporting from Glasgow...
Merwin - Senior Field Reporter for The Primordial Gazette, "News from the Ooze".
In fairness to our military lads... these boys are run and badgered to the point of mental and physical exhaustion to see if they will crack. If any individuals do crack they are out of the program.
In fairness to Natasha pictured here at 14, on her way to her Majorette competition, wherein she lost to Yvetna also 14, says her defeat was due to early stages of sinus infection. Natasha only placed second this event, having missed her "behind the back" catch of "Pencil", the nickname she gave to her baton, also shown here.
Natasha having performed the trick flawlessly in other events, confided that the "miss" of the thirty foot vertical toss then catch, was due to having to sneeze at the critical instant of the trick. She was inconsolable for weeks, but bounced back, taking another "first" in the following event three months later.
The Caber "Toss(?)"
Argyle McCallister is shown here during a promotional exhibition event, about 50 km northwest of Glasgow. In this picture he is shown demonstrating a more ancient event that was banned when Scotland lost its sovereignty to England.
No we are not talking about the Caber Toss, though Caber tossing got its start in this older and more difficult form.
Argyle is depicting one end of the Caber Spit and Catch. The untrained eye, is hard pressed to assess by a still picture, which end of the Spit and Catch, Argyle is demonstrating. Argyle, not known for his abundance of patience for anyone's ignorance of the sport's history, might loudly declare in laughter and grand moisture... "Oh aye, I'm the Spittar man... are ye the Catchar?"
In a brief description of this nearly lost game, some of which can be ascertained by Argyle's image, he Spits the Caber through fifty feet of air. It is then received by the Catcher who catches it in his or her mouth.
Argyle's partner in the faux competition, is his wife Moira (not shown). She states, "The trick is to catch the dry end of the Caber isn't it? That's where the most points are! And then to loose no teeth in the offing. Look... if I loose a tooth because of Argyle's misstep, he'll loose two... and you can wager on that." Argyle laughed again and replied with a wink, "Aye, after all, we canae take this too 'seriously' it 'tis a banned game."
Reporting from Glasgow...
Merwin - Senior Field Reporter for The Primordial Gazette, "News from the Ooze".
