Greetings to all CCB members! We’re excited to share the latest updates on the Woolly Booger Shoot 2025. We experienced an outstanding turnout this year, with 61 archers taking part, a noticeable increase from the 43 participants we had last year. The favorable, dry weather conditions definitely played a role in attracting more participants this time around. Although it was a bit chilly in the early hours of the morning, with temperatures starting at a brisk 26 degrees at 8 AM, they gradually climbed to a high of 34 degrees. Throughout the weekend event, we successfully raised $39, which will contribute towards acquiring our much-needed AED machines.
A sincere and warm thank you to each and every one who contributed to the success of the shoot! Your efforts were truly invaluable and made a significant difference. We would like to extend special thanks to Forrest Buckallew, David Hays, Dale Soost, Sherrie Crisp, Dave Mankin, Annette Mankin, Ty Stackhouse, Jennifer White, and Jay Carterman. We genuinely appreciate the substantial amount of time you dedicated to work parties, the shoot day, and the meticulous process of setting up and taking down all the 3D targets. Additionally, your support in managing registration and handling the kitchen was crucial. Your unwavering dedication made everything possible, and we are truly grateful!
And now for the best part of this post, The origin story of the name “Woolly Booger” as told by Dale Soost. –
Once upon a time, some 40+ years ago, 5 bowhunters from the westside were headed to central Oregon on a deer and elk bowhunting safari. They stopped for some groceries in Hood River, Oregon. In that store, Dale found a bottle of wine with the name of “Woolly Booger”. It had a picture of a big caterpillar attached to the torso of an old mountain man, and he bought it. Come time to break camp, Dale cracked open the wine bottle and poured a glass of wine for everyone to toast another successful hunt (we didn’t bag any game, but then we didn’t have to field dress it or pack it out). When everyone took a drink of it around the campfire, we all spit it out, it was that bad. When CCB was searching for a name for our January 3-D shoot, Dale suggested “Woolly Booger” because of the weather we normally experienced that time of the year. The name stuck. Dale found the winery in Dallas, Oregon and bought a couple cases with the idea that we would award first place finishers in the adult divisions with a bottle of this wine. Everyone that opened their bottles agreed that it was the worst wine they ever tasted. Soon, the winery owners retired and there was no more “Woolly Booger”s, but the name stuck.
