Cold. Rain. Hail. That’s what the skies brought this time. But the 60 or so people that came out didn’t let that spoil their fun.
We saw lots of layers, blankie-wrapped laps and coonskin caps. Even some of the canines were garbed in multiple coats. The hot-drinks table and a little duck-in to the hunting and fishing lodge for schnitzel, beer and the chicken dance were godsends. It warmed everybody’s hearts a little, too, when they made a speech about the last surviving founder of the event, who was still out there in fine shooting form, and then one of the wee archers came around selling girl guide cookies. I dug the dog blanket out of the car, pulled my pyjama top over my shirt and donned my cheapo Oktoberfest souvenir hat, which surprisingly made me much more comfy. Cumbersome jackets? No way were we taking them off. Which made the woman in little lederhosen shorts and bare legs unfathomable but admirable.
I tell you, we almost took a pass on the Boar Run after a night at a festhalle and looking at the chilly forecast but we were glad we went. All the other participants were locals and they were way charming and chatty and funny. We checked out the finely-aged (like older-than-my-dad) bow and sight of a guy who’s gone to this for 40+ years and somebody brought homemade jerky to share. We heard about how folks used to trek to the CNE to show off their archery skills. Plus, awesome folks who brought canopy tent thingies welcomed everybody else to huddle together under them when it started raining.