there are baskets, falling apart baskets.

it's built over a field with steers year round. the ground is covered in holes like pock marks, ankle breakers throughout. not to mention it was completely overgrown with weeds, and no one knew where it even was. we finally had a young man "show" us the course, but he did not know where any tee was. this is not a disc golf course, this is a sad interpretation of such, that should never be installed in the first place if it can not be taken care of. we were the first people (strangers) to have played this joke, and probably the last. This from the lady in the restaurant at the front of the property, who did not know it was even there. no signs, no wonder, best to mow this one down, not even worth the start of your time.

if this is a marco polo grant, then please, stop spending my membership fees on such trash. i would rather have my fees sent in disc's to ethiopia, than to play something like this that you can not find, that has no signage whatsoever, that no one is playing, that has no direction whatsoever. how many times can i use the word whatsoever. this should be called, course whatsoever. do not waste your time, you've been duped!!!!!