"I just aced it, in the butt."
That was the immature phrase I used after acing hole nine at McPherson Park, in Flagstaff. I was with a rather large group of friends, driving first. The hole is about 340 some feet, and and fades right to where you cannot see the basket from the teepad, as up until about 300 feet there is a heavy group of trees all along the right side. I usually follow this group real close with a max, but I got rid of my Max and Wraith, in an effort to cut down on discs. I explained that since there was a slight left to right cross wind, I was going to fore hand my boss on a slight hyzer into the middle of the fairway, to where the wind would catch the belly of the disc and blow it into the chains. I said, "Better get ready, I'm about to ace this. Yeah, for sure. I'm an excellent disc golfer." I threw it just as I had wanted. And though, I could not see or hear it the basket, I said, "I just aced it, in the butt." They all doubted me. I was right.