Let me confess something upfront:
I almost didn’t throw the axe.
And if I hadn’t… the Agawam Axe House might never have existed.
Back before our venue was even an idea, I took a trip to Montreal. It was there, tucked inside a venue full of laughter, flying axes, and loud cheers, that I decided to try axe throwing for the first time.
Only… I nearly didn’t go through with it.
I was scared. Not of the axes — of looking silly.
Trying something new in public? That’s always intimidating. I didn’t know how to throw. I didn’t want to miss. I didn’t want to be the only one clearly out of place while everyone else nailed their targets like pros.
But then I noticed something: No one cared. No one was perfect.
People were laughing, at themselves. Cheering each other on. Encouraging the misses as much as the hits. It wasn’t about being good. It was about being there.
So I threw.
The first one? Missed completely.
The second one? Closer.
The third? Stuck.
And in that moment, I felt this jolt of confidence, power, and joy I hadn’t expected. It was pure adrenaline and accomplishment rolled into one satisfying thunk.
I left that venue and couldn’t stop thinking about it.
And that’s when the idea started to spark — what if we brought this to Western Mass? In fact, we would be the first axe venue in the whole of New England.
Agawam Axe House was built because I almost chickened out in Montreal. Because I didn’t let fear win. And now, I get to watch other people push past their own doubts and discover what they’re capable of — one throw at a time.
If you’ve been thinking about it but you’re nervous — just know, you’re not alone. Most of us felt that way at the start. But I promise, that first throw can change everything.
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We’ll be cheering you on — from your first nervous step to your first stuck throw.