Cribbage in the Field Update

We’ve added one more crib-world entity to the lineup! Joining us at Cribbage in the Field will be Tony Nelson, creator of a fantastic variation of the game known as CrossCribb. Voted by the Chicago Tribune as one of the top 10 new card/board games a few years back, CrossCribb “uses conventional cribbage scoring rules as you try to build five high scoring cribbage hands while simultaneously sabotaging your opponents’ hands.”

As variations go, it works well; anyone familiar with the basic rules of cribbage will immediately understand how CrossCribb works. Played on a 5×5 grid, players take turns drawing one card at a time and laying it onto the grid; one players score vertically, the other horizontally, so players must keep a keen eye on the scoreboard as both competitors try for the best hands while sabotaging their opponents’. CrossCribb is a fantastic addition to our Open Field event!

Hope you can make it!

Walker Board is Here

The Ultra Limited Edition Walker Art Board -- Get Skunked!

The Walker Board is here!

You can find it under glass at the Walker Gift Shop until Cribbage in the Field on Saturday, August 20, when we’ll be giving it away as part of a free raffle, at a free event, at a world-renowned museum.

The board comes to Minnesota from the workshop of David Oakes, a full-time craftsman in the northern woods of Idaho. The diameter of the board measures about 15 inches long with a circumference of about 45 inches. It’s one-and-a-half inches thick. It’s big. It’s beautiful. It’s free! Continue reading

The Otter Saloon

You Otter Come In

“If you’re here to make money, you’re in it for the wrong reasons.”

That was one of the first things I heard last week at the Otter Saloon in Minneapolis during the weekly Saturday cribbage tournament. The triangular old building squats at the corner of Central Avenue and 7th Street SE, wedged between Nicollet Island and the northwestern border of Dinkytown, a favorite go-to area for the University of Minnesota’s local students. On a hot Saturday afternoon, I was–not surprisingly–the only student in the bar. I grabbed a drink, slapped down $11 for the weekly tournament, and was soon playing. Continue reading