Disc Golf

nice shot

I went with to the disc golf coarse with the boys on Saturday….or was it Friday? I took on the role as the “official disc golf documentarian”. This is a picture of “painted toe Danny” right after he launched the disc. You can see the disc soaring between the trees…damn, I am GOOD! Josh Johnson has already informed me that I will have to go out with the boys again because he was not present for the pictures. He assures me that he will have an extraordinary game complete with wonderful photo opportunities making it worth my time. I don’t mind going again at all, as long as the fellas keep me in the company of beer. The only problem is, the coarse is quite long and there is no-where to pee. Sure, there are port-a-potties at the beginning/end of the coarse but where is a gal to relieve herself when she is somewhere in the middle of the park? If I were camping, I would have no problems with dropping “trou” and going in the bushes….but this ain’t camping. The other disc golf players worry me. You see, it is a free sport not to mention one in which you can drink and smoke whatever you want while playing. Therefore, the type of people that play range from: geeky boys to hippies to white trash rednecks. We have all seen DELIVERANCE and I am not about to pee in the woods while some redneck drunkard hits me with a disc knocking me out after which he would exclaim to his friends “keep a look out while I take care of some business” and all the while I hear banjo music playing in my head as I am bitten over and over again by the thousands of chiggers that dwell in the park. No thanks.