I went our for a couple of rounds tonight with my way better than me at disc golf buddy. I was on form (even though I say so myself) as got round the 9 holes in 33 'smashing' my previous nrear 7 year old PB of 34. The second round... not so hot.
A cracking way to spend a beautiful sunset evening. Making that CHING noise as you disc connects with the chains from more than a few steps away is one of the most satisfying noises ever. Unfortunately I don't hear it as often as I'd like from anything over about 12 feet away. I did get a couple of nice puts and my drive seems to have improved in power. My aim on the other hand.. So much to think about - and it's the thinking that does me in sometimes. You've got angle, power, elevation, direction, run-up release point and wind to think about. If I forget to think about them, I sometimes get a way better result. Weird huh?
I wish I'd stuck at the training of my dog not to chase discs (so I could take her round the course with me) or red balls for that matter (so I could take her to the cricket). She'd be a nuisance at either though, and quite rubbish at both, owing to the lack of opposable thumbs.
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