How can I learn to play conkers?

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  • By British Billy
  • 48th Fighter Wing Public Affairs
Ah, Autumn. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. How I love chasing around after the falling leaves and grooming my winter fur into pristine condition. It has come to my attention that some of you are complaining about the shorter days, the rain, the fog and the wind. A game of conkers is just what you need to cheer you up. 

Conkers are hard brown nuts found in a prickly case that fall from the horse chestnut tree when ripe. You may know the conker better as the 'buckeye'.  A playground favourite in the U.K. for as long as there have been playgrounds and horse chestnut trees, they were introduced into Britain in the 1600s. The origin of the name 'conker' is unclear but it's believed that it comes from the French word 'cogner' meaning to hit. Cats know these things. 

Conkers are a bit thin on the ground at the moment due to the leaf miner moth, which has been nibbling its way through many of the horse chestnut trees in the south of the U.K., but they can still be found. Don't confuse them with the sweet chestnut trees, which you will see around the base. 

Now is the perfect time to begin your year-long training for the 2010 World Conker Championships, which are held in Northamptonshire, just a couple of hours drive from RAF Lakenheath. Maybe you could get a team together. May I suggest that 'The Lakenheath Nutters' might be a suitable name? Highlight Oct. 10 next year on your calendars. 

The noble game of conkers is played between two people taking turns striking their opponent's conker with their own. The intent is to hit the opposing conker as hard as possible, inflicting damage on your opponent - or at least the conker. This all sounds so easy, but there is great skill required in order to develop the optimum strike and to nurture a supreme conker. Champions guard their secrets closely. 

So don't be downcast by the onset of longer, colder nights. Find your conkers and train for victory. 

Personally, I will probably just curl up on the rug in front of the fire and dream of mice. 

Each to his own.