My wife shocked my Sunday evening. She said out of the blue, that she wanted to go to the practice field and throw some discs. I almost drove off the road , because I was so shocked. It was her birthday, and I had decided to not even bring up disc golf in fear of getting yelled at, because I tend to talk about it all the time.
I told her, "thats cool" and we went home to get the gear and head out . I set up the practice basket, and brought several discs and putters for her to try. She already had a Star Stingray that I had custom dyed for her about a year ago, in an attempt to get her to start playing.
I started her with putting, and she seemed to be the best with a Soft Magnet. She is actually pretty damn consistent with it from 25ft in. We then worked on some drives. I was proud of her, because she did exactly what I said. I have seen most newbies throw from their waist and throw straight up in the air, but she threw across her chest and made some fairly straight drives. I gave here a 150 Polaris and here Star Stingray. She threw the Stingray about 100ft and the Polaris about 125ft. I was surprised, and she said she was having a blast.
Today, she said she wanted to do some putting practice , so I set the basket up out front, and she went to making some putts. She then made me laugh. I asked her " So, what do you think?" She said "I am addicted to the sounds of the chains now, you son of a bitch. Damn you, now I am hooked on disc golf". All I could do is smile. She has to work this weekend, so we are going to try hit a course next week. I am a happy man.
