This Week In Frolf

I was playing Grapevine Bear Creek Saturday morning which playing these impromptu rounds is problematic because I'm not really practicing; I'm playing because I feel like playing and there's no reason not to play. But I don't want my usual disc golf frenemies to get the idea I'm practicing like a maniac behind their backs. So basically I'm hoping nothing interesting happens but I figure it's a given that if I ever do get an ace, it'll happen while I'm putzing around on my own. I didn't get an ace Saturday morning. On the fourth hole, while tracking down my tee shot[1], I did see a coyote with something in its mouth - maybe a squirrel, maybe a cat - walk behind the basket, heading towards the tee boxes for the ninth hole. I also took a seven on twelve because it took me four goddamn shots to get out of the gully, which they probably would have enjoyed watching that debacle. 1. It was in the brush protecting the basket's right flank.