Working Stiff
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There was a hole at Watson Trail Park in St. Louis that is gone now, old hole three. It was a blind hyzer shot down a walking path. I never really thought about the fact that somebody might walk UP that path until the day I let loose a Whippet, only to notice the old blue-haired lady walking right into my shot right after I released it. I was too surprised to even yell. It zipped right in front of her. A couple more ft on that throw and I'd have hit her right in the neck. I apologized up one side and down the other to her, but she seemed to think it was no big deal.
I was playing object in a park here a few years ago. The trails are really bike trails, so you have to look around and make sure nobody is around before you throw. I checked, saw and heard no one, and threw an Ontario Roc that was about to land when it was snatched out of the sky by dog that appeared out of nowhere, grabbed my discs and ran off. I never saw or heard anybody around that day...damn dog came from nowhere and stole my disc. I never saw the dog or the disc again.
We went to the Holiday Bowl one year (Mizzou VS Colorado State, if you want to pinpoint the year) and to save money we drove from St. Louis to Kansas City for a flight with a layover in Chicago to LA, where we rented a car and drove to San Diego. Somehow it saved us all 300 bucks a person to do it that way. Anyway, my old college buddies don't play but I convinced them to go to La Mirada and play a round. So they are throwing my discs and have no idea what they are doing. There was some hole that ran parallel to a road on the left, and some dude was washing his Nova SS in the street. My buddy threw a Cyclone badly and hyzered it across the street directly into the dudes driver side door. Like I said, the guy was washing the car. He picked up the Cyclone and started walking toward us. I'm thinking we are gonna have a fight on our hands, but as he got to us my buddy apologized for hitting the car and the guy said "I live across the street from a disc golf course. I know better than to park in the street" and handed us the disc and walked off.
I was playing object in a park here a few years ago. The trails are really bike trails, so you have to look around and make sure nobody is around before you throw. I checked, saw and heard no one, and threw an Ontario Roc that was about to land when it was snatched out of the sky by dog that appeared out of nowhere, grabbed my discs and ran off. I never saw or heard anybody around that day...damn dog came from nowhere and stole my disc. I never saw the dog or the disc again.
We went to the Holiday Bowl one year (Mizzou VS Colorado State, if you want to pinpoint the year) and to save money we drove from St. Louis to Kansas City for a flight with a layover in Chicago to LA, where we rented a car and drove to San Diego. Somehow it saved us all 300 bucks a person to do it that way. Anyway, my old college buddies don't play but I convinced them to go to La Mirada and play a round. So they are throwing my discs and have no idea what they are doing. There was some hole that ran parallel to a road on the left, and some dude was washing his Nova SS in the street. My buddy threw a Cyclone badly and hyzered it across the street directly into the dudes driver side door. Like I said, the guy was washing the car. He picked up the Cyclone and started walking toward us. I'm thinking we are gonna have a fight on our hands, but as he got to us my buddy apologized for hitting the car and the guy said "I live across the street from a disc golf course. I know better than to park in the street" and handed us the disc and walked off.