First, I am really, really glad that Highbridge may be coming back to its original intent; a great destination with multiple amazing courses. MM, I am rooting for you, and hope you can get it fixed...but I'm sure you know there's a lot to do. My friends and I made a pilgrimage to Highbridge about 9 years ago. The disc golf was great. Everything else was NUTS. We tried not to get caught up in the whirlwind of John's craziness, but it was difficult. That being said, since this thread still has a humorous element, I'll share some of our interactions:
1) One night at the Honka House, someone started banging on the door at about 2 in the morning. After being extremely scared, we heard John's voice and opened the door. He sat down and just rambled to us for about an hour. Then he asked, "why did you guys lock the door?" Well, to keep creepy people from barging into the house in the middle of the night.
2) John told us that we needed to come back for the lawn mower races he was about to start holding. We came from Tennessee and definitely weren't going back for lawn mower races. He also told us about his idea for a Hot Air Balloon festival. I am going to assume that never happened.
3) Lastly, and the most bizarre, John told us about playing Chestnut at night. We thought it sounded interesting, and maybe that opened the door in the conversation for it to go somewhere completely strange. He looks at the 4 of us and says, and this is a direct quote "Some guys just play it in their underwear. Maybe you want to try that?" We all stood there looking shocked. He completely misread our expressions and continued, "Well, if you didn't bring any underwear, I have some Highbridge Hills boxers you can buy". No joke. First off, why would someone ask a group of 30-year old dudes to play the course closest to the road, at night and in their underwear? Secondly, why would you then assume by our shocked faces, that we must have been thinking, 'Dang, if only I'd brought underwear'.
On a positive note, we met an older teenager that was helping with the groundskeeping. He told us John was full of it. At least then we had justification to believe that all of our interactions with him were not imagined.
Great 3 days of disc golf. Crazy place. Good luck, MM. I hope to make the long trek again soon...and not find lawn mower races, pig wrestling, pond hockey, a white tiger in a dress, Mario Lopez, or any of the other crazy things John had in his mind.