"[Disc Golf] anyone? Anyone for…"

"Pow!…[wounded] [Disc Golf]?"

Much like Daffy, I felt shot. In order to make the most of my travels I decided to become insane. There was really no other option. I feel it gives me a different perspective. I say this, because when I started the trip, the idea of driving to as many disc golf courses and playing speed rounds sure sounded like good fun.

Now, although you’re saying, "but Clay, if you have to drive anywhere, then you know it’ll turn out badly." Of course, that’s a true statement. But this time I pre-printed driving directions and was going to get one of those cool plastic city maps. Naturally the directions can’t account for construction detours, I never made it to getting the cool map, and although I found one park, I couldn’t find the course in it!

So things didn’t go so smoothly. Having played at 3 of the courses a few years ago, I was pleasantly surprised to reacquaint myself to one of them. Well, pleasantly might be a strong word. You always look back on things immediately with fond memories, and then you scream. You scream because you are being bitten and stung by hornets. Suddenly the park name, Hornet’s Nest, isn’t so damn cute.

And they’re everywhere. With the flying and the buzzing, it’s just annoying. Can’t hardly get a shot off in some places from trying to shoo them away. Ugh. Now the course itself is lovely. Nice, clean, wooded areas, some plants, water, what have you. Nice cement tees, nice baskets, hole layout maps. No trash, no crossfire, long course. Everything. Everything but signs. Signs that might tell you where the next hole was. Or anything. I didn’t bring water (drinks of any kind). It didn’t occur to me that I may actually die of dehydration trying to find the next hole every time. When I get a hold of one of the local club member, I’m going to throw him into one of those hornet’s nests.

Nevertheless, I did manage to get two rounds in (playing 2 shots each), but it wasn’t pretty. The second round better than the first of course, because then at least I knew where I was aiming. Still, with all the running and those damn leaping, disc-grabbing trees, it was difficult. Now, it’s back to the hotel to change and get in to work for a meeting. Still no food or water for hours.

Next up: Heartbreak Hotel