Another Day In Paradise

I knew we were in trouble when I checked weather.com; sunny, seventy, and calm are lovely conditions for playing disc golf except in that they tend to attract hordes of golfers out of the woodwork, which boded unwell for our usual Thursday round. The last thing we needed was to get stuck behind a gang of eight, all of whom found it helpful to demonstrate their jerking-off technique fifteen times or so before each shot. So taking that as the worst possible scenario, we actually didn't do that badly - on eight through eleven we were stuck behind two goofuses who took multiple shots from each location, mostly because they were stuck behind a group of six that was kind of all over the place. We played through both groups at twelve and after that we had nobody in front of us. I wound up shooting a 63 as I started and finished strong but took way too many bogeys on six through fifteen. I birdied eighteen, which was pleasant and didn't feel like a total waste; I wouldn't have wanted to waste a rare birdie on seventeen in the service of a 63, but eighteen has high enough birdie potential that I don't mind wasting one on a mediocre round. I didn't lose any discs, which is more than I can say for King Karl, who lost two. One was on fifteen, which if you overthrow on fifteen you know that disc is a goner, but he overthrew on a short second throw, so that was kind of weird and unfair. He lost the other disc on the second hole, which was even more of a rip-off. Your first shot does go between trees and over a brook, but you still have to have extraordinarily bad luck to have the disc wind up in the water, and even then it's usually retrievable. Weekend storms had the water deeper and muddier than usual so we didn't even get a glimpse of where it might be. That disc is going to be found by someone but not by us, today.