I played my first basket course, with a play-catch frisbee, in 1989 at a course that they had to make several strokes easier for the 1996 Worlds (Oxbow Park, Goshen, IN). A gentleman there who joined the PDGA in 1977 gave me my first real Disc (a Stingray that I lost in an acre of poison ivy in short order), and I liked the game enough to play 5 or 10 times a year or so. I didn't know about other courses at the time, and with no internet or basically anything else back then, I didn't think about Disc Golf outside of my little world there. There was no Disc Golf at all at Ball State when I did undergrad there in the early '90s, but I did bring a Stingray, an Aviar Putter and a Roc to throw around the Quad (horribly, too, in those days). I left my Whippet and Viper on the wall in my apartment as they were too difficult.
Fast forward to 1995 when we moved to East Lansing and my wife started grad school. There, I discovered Grand Woods Park, and that holes didn't necessarily have to be 650' triple doglegs in the woods with head high thorns in the middle of the fairway. It was then that I started my obsession with this sport, especially attending J-Bird's Capital City Renegades and learning how to actually throw a Disc. I was astonished to see someone bomb a Cyclone over 300 feet!
To the topic, I played more than 250 rounds a year while I was in my twenties at Grand Woods, and later discovering Hudson Mills Metropark, one of my favorite places on Earth in the 1990s, keeping meticulous hole-by-hole averages for each game. Those scores are still on a floppy disk somewhere in the basement down here. Boy do I miss those days, even though I'm a better player by far now, and I no longer feel like I have to throw Barracudas to score well!