My name is Frank Mcguire. This is my true story about my first ton80!

I have been throwing darts now for about 5 weeks. Around my 3rd or 4th week, my wife and I were in Smokey's Pub in Sherwood, Arkansas, a place where I know the owner really well as he is a captain on my fire department. Anyway, lol. I was tossing some widdy darts (wooden steel-tip darts with turkey feathers) at the board. My wife and a bartender was watching me...I am the consummate showman. Well dart number 1 flew into the triple 20 ring. I turned and looked at my wife and said dang I missed...I was aiming for the bull (as all beginners do, as I am told).

Well I tossed dart number 2...right in to the triple 20 ring....

I turned to my wife and said dammitt did it again....

I took careful aim and let widdy number 3 fly whack, right into the triple 20 ring... I said in a loud voice shit, missed again.....the bartender turned and looked to see who was yelling and what they were yelling at, and I said look at this crap.....well he went into a lengthy explanation of the ton 80 and what it means to throw one....and that is my story of my first and probably only ton 80....

I now have a set of black widows, 22 gram moveable point darts, and still have not thrown another ton 80, so it must be the widdy's!

Author's Note: Good for you Frank! I hope you're actually aiming for them now.