disc golfed in green bay

just a short update on a lot of activity:

overslept for a tournament on a private course near appleton saturday, but made it out to see the course over lunch. woulda been second to dusty, and he was feeling all guilty for shooting better than anyone a division up did. only <10 ppl there tho.

hit a lotta appleton courses the rest of the day. they're nice. one's got a VERY nice (tho a little decrepit) little skate park with all you'd want to grind or ollie. then went up to green bay, where i've never been, and hit all the courses. it rained a shitload soon as i got on the first one, but i think that worked out since it had lots of tall disc eating grass. i already had a casualty in 6 holes. uwgb is a nice campus course, you're always throwing over what trees there are. the other TWO were converted ski-hills. so up AND down i threw on each. but that's more like what i started playing for--huge cliff shots. aim em wrong and they're a country mile off tho. check out some photos here. there's more via a link on the side.

my legs reminded me monday of what i did sunday. othern' that been workin. nothing fun either, data clean up. going to waythefuckupthere wi this weekend for the tourney they count as the first of next year's tour. so i'm putting extra hours in now. i'll be busy from 9am friday to 2am sunday likely. 7hr drive, 9am teeoff each day.

ANOTHER hole-in-one and photo in the paper!

Well, I got my fourth ace. My second in a month's span. My third in 6 months span. Keep in mind, it took me like 5 years to get the first. It was a 150ft flick shot, with a huge obsctruction near the tee on the right, then the hole is deep through some trees also on the right. Valley View #4. I've now had two straight-in aces, one flick, one backhand; and two skip-aces, one flick, one backhand. nice spread ^^

I was playing with two beginners that just happened to start the course at the same time as me. neither had even seen an ace before. one said to me, "boy, that's the kind of thing where shit can go wrong the rest of the day and you're STILL happy!", and I thought to myself "no.. that's not how things seem to work for me.." though I didn't say anything. Sure enough, I go back later to scribble my name & date on the hole signpost, and like a fool I keep playing, and lost one of my oldest and most cherished discs. came back with a flashlight and searched all around to no luck. DAMNit.

This past saturday I went down to northern Illinois again to hit the courses I didn't have time for last time I tried. Nothing was too spectacular until I got to Freeport. WHAT a nice park they have there. It was obviously created in the late 1800s, and I just love all the nice stuff they used to do for parks back then. A nice river runs through it, there's scenic elevation changes, a minigolf place, a carosel, a man-made (but still VERY pretty) waterfall, and decorative old benches in seemingly nonsensical places, dedicated to various citizens of Freeport 50+ years gone. The holes are fairly short, but scenery makes up for any of the failings in course-design it has. ..and I was playing it in the dark. The police close it PROMPTLY at 10:30pm though ^_-

My birthday was Tuesday, pretty uneventful, which was fine. I'd taken the day prior off from work to rest from the frisbee weekend before that, and that was present enough: to just bum on the couch, get cleaning & laundry done. I bought myself a computer recently anyway.

So TWO weekends ago I went up to Steven's Point to play in the wisconsin tour finale. The tournament didn't count towards the tour, but instead was a thank-you to all the tournament directors, players who played in the majority of tourneys, and the top finishers. It was free too, or rather, paid for by our dues all year. We played at Yulga park which is as nice a course as you can get without elevation changes. I happened to putt well on the first round, shot a negative 8, and was sitting in second. The second round was a more normal round and I dropped to tie for third.

The day after, I went to the other major course in Point, standing rocks, where I had played my first tourney. i LOVE that course (& sandy point too) and had a great time tearing through it with a few more shots in my bag than I had last time I was there.

A good buddy of mine with whom I play all the time won the division with the most points accross the tournaments, despite not having won a single one. Everyone keeps telling him "it's like nascar!" which only irritates him more. i think it's hilarious. I just got bumped out of single digits and to finish in 10th place for the tour by another friend who plays the tour with his wife, who is also very good. for an upcoming fall tournament, he apparantly chose to partner with yet another mutual friend, and his wife chose to get back at him by partering with me, because her husband's partner for some reason always has a horrible round when i'm around. it's pure coincidence, but it's also funny.

A weekend prior to THAT, I was up in Sandy Point playing the last tournament of the tour. Lots of great stuff happened, saw several aces, learned a good way to turbo-putt, went up there with no plans and ended up getting camping, food, and everything i needed just fine.

and I just happened to be in the right place at the right time to get a pic in yet another local activities newspaper:



The next day after that tourney, I went up even closer to the canada border to play highbridge hills, a supposed mecca of disc golf with several courses all on one mountain. ...I was unimpressed. It's nice, but it's not my style. I know a lot of people who will love it though. I was lucky enough to find someone who needed a ride back to Madison, had been there before, and wanted to go again. So he knew the way and where to get food after etcetc. and that made things way easier.

So between setting up my new computer & the laptop i got back from the shop, all the frisbee stuff, and squeezing 40 hours of work in there too, I've been busy as heck. I just stumbled into some free time the other day and was like "wow, this is unexpected, i'm not sure what to do...". I'm not looking forward to winter, when it'll be the opposite: TOO much time on my hands and not enough to do.