Axe throwing could be the perfect stag event
AS A 34-year-old man, the majority of my weekends consist of the same pairings. Sometimes it’s cursing my constantly-disappointing football team and hanging out with friends, other times it’s sharing quality vino, Indian food, and a good thriller with my better half. Long story short, the nights in with herself added up, we got engaged, and I had to figure out how to approach my stag night.
As a Dubliner who emigrated to Canada four odd years ago I was accustomed to boozy strip club visits on unpredictable, hedonistic stags in mainland Europe. The Canadian version of this is hitting Vegas hard with a gang of deviants à la The Hangover. Don’t get me wrong, the thought of waking up naked on the roof of the Bellagio sounds like a hoot, and I did genuinely relish those debaucherous weekends in Munich and Prague, but I decided to take my own pre-wedding blowout in a different direction. The plan was simple, I would save some money, stay in my adopted city Toronto, and throw axes.
