I think this is something like Calvins 3rd shot on the longest hole I have ever played.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
In a couple of months this frozen snow covered lake will be gulping down plastic on a daily basis. At the time we played it was frozen solid about half of the rounds. Not much traffic during these days, but it was a great time to get out and play. A four season game for sure although I'm now looking forward to shorts weather. Bring back the sun please.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
We were in for a little treat the last day of our little league. The next day there was to be a disc golf tournament here at Dillon. And right before we started our normal venture across the course someone was shoveling the snow from each tee. This made it quite nice because we had recently received a butt load of snow. So each tee we went to was perfectly shoveled giving us a nice clean area to wind up,.... until the last hole, number 18. Apparently on 17 the unknown shoveler had broken his shovel. So, going into 18... a hole that mattered, this is how we found it.
Not many people will know this but Briener could very well have placed second. At least two different weeks he was put in situations where if he were to miss a putt or two it could have been to his benefit. But instead, in the spirit of competition, he made those putts which made it impossible for him to get second. It seems a bit ironic if not paradoxical, but Briener actually lost for winning. Life just isn't fair sometimes. I hope that Jeff thanked him, .... twice.
It wasn't quite the age of the Pluto Platter, but my beloved red Cobra is circa 1992 I believe, maybe even older. I seldom used it except for those shots where I needed some hard right on it. And as this disc sailed up near the line of tree trunks on hole 8 I think we all wondered if it would clear the trees. It didn't. It blasted a tree trunk head on and SPLIT IN HALF!! I remember looking back with the image of a shattering disc fresh in mind asking if that really happened. Then laughter ensued. It was almost perfect split, but I played from where the larger half landed. A moment of silence please for the long life of that Cobra.
I can only say a few things about Mike. He started out as every right handed thrower does trying to wing a golf disc, all to the left. But as the weeks progressed he figured out how to angle the disc to use all of it's S-flight pattern. And when it was said and done he won the last two weeks. Quite an improvement... look out spring league!
Friday, February 19, 2010
I only wish I had more pictures of Baki. He is simply classic and the ones that know him would probably agree. He is a walking caricature, ... of himself. Great guy, wish he could have been in on more of the fun. But if this picture is any indication of his level of play (and it was) well, .... .... maybe next year is his year.
And as he was sloshing down this creek I swear I heard him muttering, "THIS??? This is out of bounds??!!??"
Each week for about three months we got together to play disc golf at Dillon Park. We mourned the loss of plastic in the lake and cheered spinning discs to make their way to land when the lake became frozen. Even a few well placed (or poorly thrown) skips were able to escape the icy out-of-bounds. A great time was had by all, .... I think.