Josh has been dragging out his golf discs for months, he will go off by himself to find a course, or pick a place to throw on our race courses. Once I threw with him, but then I lost interest. The boys are trying hard to help me get in my 50 new things. I have 15 days left til my birthday, and still have a number of items to go. So when Big suggested we go play disc golf, we were all ready. We are in Fountain, Colorado, just south of Colorado Springs, there is a course, just 2.4 miles from our cat, aka home.
I was surprised at the number of people out playing when we got there, we were near the lunch hour and there were three other teams out golfing. Disc golf can be as easy or as complicated as you make it. There is a tee box, just like real golf; there is a “hole” also, only this one is made of metal and chain, the goal being to get your disc in the basket.
The discs are varied, they come in all kinds of weights, some have heavy lips on them, some look more like the Frisbees of my childhood. I started with a driver, but quickly moved to a putter. My short game is much better than my long game. Because the game is so much like golf, I employed my favorite part. I never have to count above 10 on any hole.
Now for those of you that are real golfers, I learned this trick from my mother when I was just a child. There simply isn’t room on a scorecard for a number larger than ten. The first hole, I got a ten; it steadily went down, a nine, then a six, as the holes got shorter. My throw is weak, although I was a shot putter and discus thrower way back in high school, I wasn’t very good at it, I was just better than most of the girls on my team.
We’ve been doing a lot of throwing lately, from skipping stones to darts, to now disc golf. I guess I better get with the program. I was pretty proud of myself, I retrieved all but one of my discs on my own, that’s me in the tree!