Some time ago I took my son to a birthday party held at an "Axe throwing" place. One of the kids didn't show, so the dad asked me to throw in his place, so I'd did. The "instructor" told us where to stand and how to throw (take a little step with a little throw). I found that with my stride and arm length I was crowding the area behind me as I drew back. The "axe" (little hatchet) hardly ever stuck. In frustration I drew back as far as my arm wanted while taking a naturally long step. And I THREW the axle. BAM! Buried it. Like clockwork, every time. BAM! Stuck. My buddy laughed. Some city folks looked at me like I didn't know something. ..
Then the "instructor" worked his way down the line giving everyone instructions on how to throw underhanded, like a girly-man.
City folks = ghey.