Yorktown, Indiana

This afternoon Sean and I hit the Yorktown course near Muncie. It was a hot damp day after big rain. Here's what big rain did to one Indianapolis neighborhood:

I jagged it up the first round, shooting a high number and losing a Beast in some dense shrubbery littered with barbed wire. Crap. Jags must persevere, so we moved on to round two. I walked up to hole #10:

I think that arrow thing is where the basket is, but honestly who the fuck knows. There is a wall of trees between the tee and basket. This is a very short hole (maybe 150?) but uphill and a creek to the left and trees and trees. I let fly my purple glide. Somehow this occurs:

Happy.

Blind Boondocks Ace

Mark and I hit Boondocks today. Sunny, cool, breezy--a great overall day for disc. Hole 11 is a 280 foot narrow shaft of a hole. The shaft is maybe 200 feet, then a dramatic drop off for the final 80 feet. It is a blind hole.

The red star is where you want to throw this shot, then let it bleed down right (I mean left!!), feeding to the hidden, downhill basket. So I grabbed my trusty Jack-o-lantern Roc, drove it tight down the tunnel, it fell for a while--I think I said, "That should be parked"--and Mark and I heard CHING! Really, loud, solid chains. I said, "That sounded like a lot of chain!"

Mark and I walked down the fairway and peered over the ledge...Blind ace!! A great way to start the disc season.

S

O Kaposia!

So Eric O and Mark E and I played some disc today at Kaposia, still one of my very favorite courses, in south St. Paul. I'm up in Minneapolis for early Thanksgiving for a couple reasons, one of them being disc golf. Overall I think I prefer Thanksgiving to Christmas pretty much all around, not having kids. There's the weather situation, too, to think about. You can pretty much guarantee that we'll be playing in snow, if at all, if I'm up for Christmas. But Thanksgiving is anyone's guess. Maybe, maybe not. The Cities are on an epic drought, so it was all dry, though evidently snow is forecast for tomorrow. Low of 34, high of 50. Light wind, often seemingly in our face, whichever way we turned. Very pleasant weather.

Kaposia is one of four epic courses in the Minneapolis area, along with a few other good ones. Kaposia is the big daddy of the region, though, surely the first pro course in the area. It's 24 holes now, after its original 18 had to be pulled back to 9 because of (according to Leonard?) somebody finding toxic waste on the back 9. The new 24 is excellent--I remember the original 18 well, and have played a version of this 24 before, but not this exact 24. 2 holes from the old back 9 have never been brought back, sadly, most famously the hill-to-hill hole, which I once 9ed. (You threw from a high elevated tee across a valley to an elevated green with a ton of possibilities to roll discs away.) At any rate, 2 pleasant rounds.

My iPhone died pretty early into the round so I have few photos. Here are 2:

 

*

 

*

Round 1: Ander +11, Mark +20, Eric +32. As you can see this is not an easy course. Admittedly it's maybe not quite as hard as that. I 5ed hole 24 to end poorly on an otherwise solid round (several of these holes are legitimate par 4s; the +s are not from par, but from 3s). Eric's worst round, he said, in several years. 

Mark had to head out to Important Bidness, but not before we had lunch at a random little burger joint that was hilarious and delicious. Ostermeier and I went back to attempt the beast again.

Round 2: Ander +15, Eric + 24. Not exactly a barnburner of a round there, though Eric and I were close through 9, then we started separating. 

Highest score per hole: 6 (all of us threw at least one 6). Lowest: 2. Total birdies by the group, round 1: 1 (Ander, on the first hole). Total birdies by the group, round 2: 2 (both Ander, holes 17 and 18, both part of--sort of--the original 18). No discs lost but one forgets about the leaves. We don't really have those in Arizona.

Makin love--out of nothin at all.

Clandestine Black Locust Recon Mission (Real Muthaphuckin DGs)

Don't step to these...

I mean listen, we're sitting here talking about practice, not a game, not a game, not a game, but we're talking about practice.

Jag Fail, Un-fail

We did Macanaquah. In a day that hit 100 degrees. Damn. Then Mark threw his disc down a deep, deep, deep ravine, into a creek. That happens.



You know Macanaquah, right? OK, yes, I was laughing as he fished that out, but know why? I've been there.

But check out this recovery! Glow! What we Indiana Jags mean to say: Hey, we are practicing! We are just about ready to unleash the plastic hounds, yo.

Future Jag