Growing up if you had asked my favorite game I would have answered Pitching horseshoes. WE boys didn’t know there was supposed to be a 40 feet between the stakes.
Like the men above we did not have boxes around the post. As a matter of fact sometimes our throws were measured in steps to the peg instead of inches.
The first shoes I pitched were real old worn out horse shoes at Jim & Bub Page’s house. They kept the shoes when Frank was reshod.
I enjoyed it because I took to it pretty well and held my own. I flipped my shoes, many guys could throw the shoe flat and trying to get it to take two turns before it hit the stake. BIL Sonny’s style.
We had a few family games at one RV park when Sonny and our boys came down.
Sherry pitched against Sonny, Sonny was good.
I pitched against son-jack out of the other box.
Sherry said, did I pitch it too high?
Below is a horseshoe puzzle. the trick is to get the circle off the shoes. I used it several time in my magic act, as a filler.
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