When I get Done With a Course...

Take that!!

Found this old dusty photo beneath my fridge...

"It is one thing to learn about the past; it is another to wallow in it."
-- Kenneth Auchincloss

Disc Report: James a Dillon Park. I Lose a heirloom disc.

Fucking A:


Another course nearby! Wow, D golf continues to bloom in the gardens of my life. I am happy as the fingers of a hand reaching. As a large numeral. As blur.

Etc.

James A Dillon Park in Noblesville.

First, thanks to Ander for scoring me a rare Ontario Star Roc. Sweetness, and added right to the bag:

As for the course...

The two 9s are like a couple I know. One is a hipster into watching Sergio Leone movies while robo-tripping (mixing codeine cough syrup and vodka). The other is into Disney prints, thinks caffeine is "drugging our country," and often talks about having 7 kids, that number 7; "And maybe naming them all the same letter, like a J."

We can never understand how they are together...

The front 9 here I admire. I didn't think so, when I arrived.

(click on photos to enlarge and get the true feel, I beg you)

I was thinking this appears to be a White Flight course, a suburb of Indianapolis, the type of place that not only can afford a practice basket but would put big-ass letters saying PRACTICE on it, but then would tuck it beneath trees.


I mean is this the kind of course that you play and it has big-ass McMansions in the background of the holes and so everything has to be like the souls of those living in those houses with the similar floor plans (most subdivisions have 3 total to choose from), all vacous and medicated and resentful and wondering every morning when they wake: where the fuck am i (existentially speaking)? The kind of subdivision that paves the animals then names their streets after them: Leaping Fawn Drive, Green Ivy Circle, Etc. I mean is this going to be one of those fucking courses??



No. But why did I get that feeling?

Hole one seemed a bailout, a lazy introduction by the designer. There was this great lake (small g) and the designer insults its potential by adding a skirt:




Note how the lake appears, but not really...

Also, a running trail is on the left of this hole (and others). I am sorry, Mr/Ms Designer, but this will be a bane for your course for always.

But fuck runners anyway.


Moving on...


So hole 1 goes by, yawn to the lips drawn. Then things get better! If you know Lovelace (i just went 3rd person), better means woods, creeks, "the shit."

Holes 3-5 I respected like an empty wall respects bookshelves.

Way back tucked in the table stains. With a creek behind...

Hole 4. Now that's what makes me salivate. Makes me all wailing and insomnia. This hole fucked me up, too. Luckily, I had my "utility" disc. Later, in this post, in this round, I will not have my utility disc.

Ah, the suspense...

Hole 8 was a Lovelace dream. A shot out of the gale-force tunnel. I like my fairways tight as a jeweled crown.

Then onto 9. Oh my gods. I had a disc once, a Tee Bird. A KC Pro. Very hard to find now, very, very hard. Good luck, Nerf Herders. It was the first disc I ever bought, year ago. I played with it on an Old Farm. I played with it with my gangly arm. I played up hills. Down dells. I played with it in Kalamazoo. And Madison too. I played that disc with hammer glee. I held it as I took a pee (beer causes excessive urination due to suppressing the hormone ADH)). I threw sidearm as was my way. Many time that disc saved the discing day. JC Park was its womb. Now it settles in watery tomb. Etc. Etc.

FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. I threw that disc here:

Did I wade? Did I get mucky and wet and angry? Did I go up-to-armpit? Yes Yes Yes

Did I get my disc back?? NO. NO. NO. NO.

Moving on....

Now the back 9 is totally different. Mostly flat, but taking full advantage of creek, low spots of muck, very tall grass.

Some have posted that the grass is a big deal, holding this course back, a hindrance. I respectfully disagree. The grass MAKES this 9. The grass is its voice clear, its nightmare hatcheck. Without the grass, this 9 would snore like loyal torsos.

Listen: The grass is the water to this designer, the pit, the sandy hollow--he/she is painting a fairway, an aesthetic image, around this deep grass, and I think that needs to be recognized! If you can't handle tall grass maybe you should put the discs away and become a registered cat whisker collector.

Here is hole 11, and should give you an idea of the layout. In a word: sprawling.

Thank gods for the tall grass! An example:

That shit will eat your disc, and that's the point...Note how once again a paved running trail comes into play. Tsk, tsk...

Anyway, play on. My mind shifted as I played. I first thought maybe lame, then thought maybe great. I do suggest you play a pro tee, am tee round. The am tees are simply too easy, but that's cool. The pros are worthy; and sometimes bad-ass.

I shall return!!! (already breaking in a new utility disc)

Just another reason to drop into Muncie. We keep adding courses!!!

Disc on:

Sean

Arizona Course Looks Like Mad Max

Holy cacti. Deserts of ragged beauty. Low lean rumbles of disc.

Sheet!

I will play a new Noblesville, IN course tomorrow and show this blog how to get all bloggy and painting live sparrows and such.

Sean

Marana Rock in Tucson, 08.08.08

Hole 1 announces itself with its tee to the basket atop the mound. The photo kind of flattens out the shot, which sucks. If you miss right, welcome to the agua. Either way you'll almost certainly be putting uphill (and if you miss, welcome to the agua). Bitch ass.Didn't make it all the way up, so Jeff putts up at the basket on 8, which is perched on the edge of a bluff.

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Putt uphill here. Don't fuckin' miss.

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Jeff putting. See the disc about to chain. Nice shot.

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My drive missed the basket but somehow ends up dry.

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Teeing off on hole 8, a gorgeous hole, requiring probably a 380 foot shot to reach the green, or else you'll put up at it (or hose it in the trees or water or whatever).

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The shot from below the basket.

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The vista from the tee on hole 9. A brilliant hole with the water (which is played as incidental water, not requiring a penalty, since it's not typically there, though a tournament held out here would probably choose several holes to play with real water since the island greens etc. A 310 foot drive gets you putting. Sucks for a lefty though. Or you can try to skip it over (done that once).

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Easier to play this time since I brought shoes to wade through the water. Jeff loses one disc. Ander loses one disc. My nice fat wraith. Sooner or later the water has to recede, though, right?