I used to get those hurleys as a kid from the Kilkenny priest that’s a family friend I was telling you about.
The star hurley was the holy grail of hurleys back in our day, you’d disown your own mother to get your hands on one.
He’d land down with one or two every year.
I remember my cousin was on the county minor team one year and he had about 10 of them. I was close enough to him and asked him would he loan me one for a match and the hungry cunt wouldn’t budge
I think the photo is deceiving, it’s maybe a little bit longer than normal
That’s nawthing, young fellas now would hardly have the bas free
That’s true, some of them are like hockey sticks these days
That’s true, some of them are like hockey sticks these days
I suppose since half of them are playing with wooden spoons the grips go a long way
Hurleys should always be kept in the back kitchen rather than the boot of a car.
Should have a couple of hurls in the back of the car at all times, just in case.
Maybe but not your number 1, 2 or 3.
I’ve only got the wan
Maybe but not your number 1, 2 or 3.
My back kitchen is iconic. About 15 hurleys there turned out immaculately.
Any visitor does be blown away when they come in the back door.
Any lad who doesn’t have the hurl in the back window of the car is a gom.
The lad with them in the back window of the car will feel like am awful gom wondering why he’s forking out for new hurleys constantly
Bucket o water time to time, be grand
Under the eaves is the best place. The only place if you’ve no back kitchen.
You could store them in the gatehouse.