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.
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