The Braemar Gathering is held on the first Saturday of September in the Scottish Highlands, with the King as its chieftain. There’s tug of war, racing, dancing and the caber, a tree trunk you throw end over end. I asked for a turn.

My Three Attempts

Every thrower gets three tries. I used all of them.

Attempt one: I picked up the caber. Then I put it down again, to show it who was in charge.

Attempt two: I lifted it about a foot. The crowd gasped. I’m told it was concern. I heard admiration.

Attempt three: I ran forward, and the caber ran backward. We ended up in a draw. The judge didn’t score it. I’ve appealed.

The Royal Pavilion

Royals have been coming to the Gathering since 1848, and the King watched the games from the pavilion with the special guests. I waved, in my kilt, from the middle of the field, under a caber. I believe I was noticed. I’m hoping to be invited to the pavilion next year, or at least near it, or near someone who’s been in it.

Frequently Asked Questions

What's a caber?

A tree trunk with the branches taken off and the ego left on.

Did you wear a kilt?

I did. Very breezy. I've never felt more Scottish, or better ventilated.

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