Uncle Dougie
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Crappiest Thing to Ever Happen to You on the Course?
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Filed a police report serious. I have photos of him coming at me with a bat (showing his face and license plate) that I would be happy to post here for the safety of everyone else. He drives a silver Dodge Avenger (Newer style) with a license plate of EFD 6458 I think. If I can find those photos on my PC I'll upload them. Happened a few years ago but he still comes up there and I still watch him like a hawk. Arboretum has had a problem for years with middle aged homosexuals meeting up at the park restroom for "activities" and a few times they have gotten violent when confronted. There have been arrests made and the local sheriff keeps an eye out.
joecoin
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I hope your home course isn't Roscoe.
Never had issues with anyone at Roscoe. Shame two holes got pulled though.
Teed off on a hole when I saw the group in front of us getting to the next tee... little did I know their friend was behind a small hill still heading over. Drilled the guy from 250+ feet squaw in the head with a SE Soft Rhyno.
Never felt that bad before on the course. We're both lucky it was a soft.
Never felt that bad before on the course. We're both lucky it was a soft.
John Hansen
Birdie Member
I once hit a guy who was having a drink on the patio at duke's on hole 12 at Vista Del Camino (Shelly Sharp). When i went to get my disc i saw that this guy was huge, like 300 pounds of pissed off huge. I apologized and he just looked at me and didn't say a word. So i apologized again and asked if i could have my disc. Again he just looked at me and didn't say anything. So i profusely apologized a third time and he handed me my disc. I was just happy to get my disc back and get out alive.
Curtis_Valk
Eagle Member
Your diplomatic skills are lacking, you gotta buy that man a drink!!
Glad it turned out well.
joecoin
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Speaking of crappy day on the course:
The first time I played Roscoe I had no idea where to go. I parked across the tracks, which is where (unknown to me) the two baskets had been pulled. I found a tee pad, but couldn't see the basket. So, I figured I'll just throw, follow my disc and the basket will be there somewhere. I ended up going up a nice long paved path, which exits out onto a residential street.
Finally got turned around and headed over the tracks and found the course. Wasted about half hour of precious disc time.
was out having an enjoyable round with a friend when we teed off on hole 6 at johnson road park and the short pin is perched on the side of the hill in front of that building (2 restrooms).
anyhow, my buddy kills his drive with a favorite disc of his - goes flying past the basket, skips the hill and we were the sound of plastic grating concrete (so we know it is right in front of the restrooms.
next thing we see as we are walking towards the pin, some guy that was sitting on a park bench has stood up and started walking towards the bathroom when he heads to his car and speeds off in his purple mustang... he took my buddy's disc in plain sight!
i hate a$$hats
anyhow, my buddy kills his drive with a favorite disc of his - goes flying past the basket, skips the hill and we were the sound of plastic grating concrete (so we know it is right in front of the restrooms.
next thing we see as we are walking towards the pin, some guy that was sitting on a park bench has stood up and started walking towards the bathroom when he heads to his car and speeds off in his purple mustang... he took my buddy's disc in plain sight!
i hate a$$hats
I'd say throwing my prized GL Fuse into the absolutely disgusting scum water at Riverside Park and then slicing my foot open looking for it was probably the worst thing to happen to me. Took multiple showers to get that stank off. Didn't help I never found that fuse, but If I spot someone using it at the park (highly unlikely) it'll be immediately wrenched out of their hands.
bcos4life
Bogey Member
OP, you're way more compliant than I am. I would have asked for a warrant or probable cause. When they said they had neither, I would have politely asked them to leave me alone, and get back to my round.
bcos4life
Bogey Member
I've had some rough days throwing my disc, but the worst moment on the course for me was a few months ago.
We were playing on hole 10 on Oxbow in Windsor, CO. The hole is a long tunnel shot that fades hard to the right. The best shot is to throw a RHFH/LHBH really low and hope for a strong fade or a good skip.
We usually keep good tabs of where other players are on the course, as to avoid hitting someone on one of the blind holes. And we saw a pair of regulars that are damn good about 4 holes behind us. So we shoot on 10 and go down to our discs, which are now blind to the tee pad. I hear a disc wiz past my knee and hear is skip right in front of my dad. He luckily pulled some killer reflexes out of somewhere and knocked it down. He yelled "We are on 10! We are on 10!" About 10 seconds later another one comes out down the path and almost nails my dad again. He screams "Hey a**hole! Stop f***ing throwing!" We hear them talking and then one yells "It's your job to be aware of approach shots on the 4th teepad!" My dad yells "We aren't on the 4th pad! We are still putting on 10!" They just went silent. My dad was all sorts of pissed, and I was all but certain we were going to have to rumble. After the round, it is damn near too dark to see. I am putting my stuff away and reach for my sunglasses, which I put in my bag when it became too dark for them... and they aren't there. These were my brand new $250 RayBan's. I frantically run looking for them, thinking "Holy ****, why do I buy nice glasses!"
Both turned out fine. My dad and uncle patched things up when the other guys walked up and apologized profusely, and my dad found my sunglasses by a tree where I set my bag.
We were playing on hole 10 on Oxbow in Windsor, CO. The hole is a long tunnel shot that fades hard to the right. The best shot is to throw a RHFH/LHBH really low and hope for a strong fade or a good skip.
We usually keep good tabs of where other players are on the course, as to avoid hitting someone on one of the blind holes. And we saw a pair of regulars that are damn good about 4 holes behind us. So we shoot on 10 and go down to our discs, which are now blind to the tee pad. I hear a disc wiz past my knee and hear is skip right in front of my dad. He luckily pulled some killer reflexes out of somewhere and knocked it down. He yelled "We are on 10! We are on 10!" About 10 seconds later another one comes out down the path and almost nails my dad again. He screams "Hey a**hole! Stop f***ing throwing!" We hear them talking and then one yells "It's your job to be aware of approach shots on the 4th teepad!" My dad yells "We aren't on the 4th pad! We are still putting on 10!" They just went silent. My dad was all sorts of pissed, and I was all but certain we were going to have to rumble. After the round, it is damn near too dark to see. I am putting my stuff away and reach for my sunglasses, which I put in my bag when it became too dark for them... and they aren't there. These were my brand new $250 RayBan's. I frantically run looking for them, thinking "Holy ****, why do I buy nice glasses!"
Both turned out fine. My dad and uncle patched things up when the other guys walked up and apologized profusely, and my dad found my sunglasses by a tree where I set my bag.
Flick Maniac
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I don't, anymore. :wall:
davistd0
Par Member
Back in October I was playing a round in northern VT with a few friends and one guy managed to splash his new destroyer into the lake next to one of the fairways. Luckily it landed with an air bubble trapped under the rim so it was floating on the surface about 50' from shore. Even more lucky, there was a kayaker nearby who saw the whole thing and promptly paddled over to retrieve the disc. I think he had no disc-in-water experience and didn't realize the precariousness of the floating disc. He tried to pull it toward him with the paddle, but managed to only lose the air bubble and sink the disc in 20+' of water.
I had a run-in with the police once while playing but it wasn't on the course. My brother and I were throwing in our old high school parking lot a few years ago. The lot's lights stay one every night till 10PM so we would go there often throughout the summer to throw in the empty lot at night. And the huge skips/slides on the tar made us feel better about our distance. One night, an old wood-paneled station wagon came into the parking lot and stopped. We continued to throw (no where near the car) and the vehicle drove away after 5 minutes or so. Nothing too strange. But 20 minutes later the station wagon came back, but this time they had entered from the access road behind the school. Again they waited for a few minutes and then left without ever getting out of the vehicle. A bit more strange. Another 10 minutes went by and the vehicle came back, this time driving straight through the middle of the lot and out the access road at high speeds. Knowing the local "demographic" I believe we were inadvertently preventing some nefarious activities from going on. We decided to throw one more down-and-back and get out of there before the station wagon came back again. Before we could finish though, headlights appeared coming in the lot, and a police car pulled up to us. The officer was pretty chill though, and just asked what we were doing. He said his son had just started playing and asked if we knew about any courses nearby. He asked us to just stay away from the building and to have fun throwing! Since he had been so cool about everything, I told him about the station wagon's suspicious behavior. Figured the officer might want something to do on his shift that night. So he left, we threw a few nmore times, and the station wagon never came back.
I had a run-in with the police once while playing but it wasn't on the course. My brother and I were throwing in our old high school parking lot a few years ago. The lot's lights stay one every night till 10PM so we would go there often throughout the summer to throw in the empty lot at night. And the huge skips/slides on the tar made us feel better about our distance. One night, an old wood-paneled station wagon came into the parking lot and stopped. We continued to throw (no where near the car) and the vehicle drove away after 5 minutes or so. Nothing too strange. But 20 minutes later the station wagon came back, but this time they had entered from the access road behind the school. Again they waited for a few minutes and then left without ever getting out of the vehicle. A bit more strange. Another 10 minutes went by and the vehicle came back, this time driving straight through the middle of the lot and out the access road at high speeds. Knowing the local "demographic" I believe we were inadvertently preventing some nefarious activities from going on. We decided to throw one more down-and-back and get out of there before the station wagon came back again. Before we could finish though, headlights appeared coming in the lot, and a police car pulled up to us. The officer was pretty chill though, and just asked what we were doing. He said his son had just started playing and asked if we knew about any courses nearby. He asked us to just stay away from the building and to have fun throwing! Since he had been so cool about everything, I told him about the station wagon's suspicious behavior. Figured the officer might want something to do on his shift that night. So he left, we threw a few nmore times, and the station wagon never came back.
spahnandsain
Birdie Member
So I had this job I hated. I was twice as smart and twice as qualified as my boss but she liked to drink margaritas at lunch with the owner so no matter how much she messed up she stayed employed. I finally had enough and quit my job of 3 years and had a week before my next job started (she was fired soon after). I was pumped because I knew I would get in plenty of DG during that week. I traveled by myself to a course about 30 minutes away to get in a practice round before that weekend's "pumpkin bowl". I put some extra umph (sp?) into a tee shot to try to park a hole that is on the edge on my max d. Turns out, my foot clipped the back of other leg in my x step, I cut a front flip, knocked the air out of myself, and somehow broke my toe. Two old people were starring at me while playing two holes ahead with frisbees. I limped through the rest of the hole before deciding my toe was broke. No more dg the rest of the week (or for about a month). I went to pick up my players pack the morning of the tourney and got to watch all my buddies head out to the course for the shotgun start.:thmbdown:
Grungedude42
Double Eagle Member
At which point they come back with a warrant...
...and a rubber glove
This. They'll probably skip the lube, too.
As for adding content, met a few guys from the club for a casual round at a new course. Hole 2, one guy throws across the creek, smacks a tree, and goes deep in the woods. I offer to go help him look, he says "nah, it'll only take a second."
Half an hour passes. Me and the other guy play hole one and two again, and stand there waiting. Finally, the guy returns. Empty handed.
Not only had he failed to find his disc, but apparently lost his phone in the process. While trying to find his phone, his shoes got stuck in deep mud, and he lost them. He then got lost. He wound up in someone's back yard, found the street, and walked back to the course barefoot. He was supposed to meet a girl for dinner in 45 minutes, and he had only kept her number in his phone, which was now lost, and he couldn't remember which restaurant they were going to.
My personal worst was losing my keys in a creek looking for a DX teebird. $300 lost looking for $10 in plastic... :wall: Friggin transponder keys. Then trying to get a stranger to let me use their phone to call my wife, while looking like the Swamp Thing. Yeah, 250lb guy covered in slime, sure I'll let you use my phone.
Same damn park, too.
sprintermatt
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Broke my arm. Slipped and fell walking down R L Smith hole 18. Distal Radius fracture. called for a Wahmbulance.
Other than that, slipped throwing a forehand on a brand new teepad and landed on my naked knee on the corner of the pad... twisting, hamburger knee, right before the 4th round of the Augusta Classic. Still played with an oozing nasty stinging knee.
Other than that, slipped throwing a forehand on a brand new teepad and landed on my naked knee on the corner of the pad... twisting, hamburger knee, right before the 4th round of the Augusta Classic. Still played with an oozing nasty stinging knee.
Worst. Day. Ever.
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