I have been reading in Primitive Archer Magazine and online for years about this so called "Tennessee Classic". Just another archery tournement, right?
Nope. Not at all. First off, the very strictly limited membership of the Twin Oaks Club ensures that the event goes off with the least possible number of hitches. They all bear down and work their butts off. I was up awful late and rolled out of my fartsack pretty darn early and still couldn't catch whoever it was that was doing all the clean-up around the place! I'm an obsessive trash-picker-upper....I might as well have left my hands back home!
Cleanliness is not my measure of a good time, not at all. I just use that to point out the organizational miracle this event represents.
It was also VERY family friendly, even long after dark. And before I forget, thank you both Mr and Mrs Wirwicki for letting me hold the WeeWicki. That little guy's blue eyes and ready smile performed a wonderful healing on my old broken heart.
Pappy, thank you for hosting me and making my stay so confortable. You are what they must mean when they talk about genteel Southern ways and being a gentleman. I remain in your debt.