Kevin and I enjoyed another day of disc golf on a soggy course at Newport News Park after church yesterday. We brought my Sony digital camera to shoot some photos and some of them turned out great, some didn’t. Oh well. I wanted to snap the photos mainly for Aftan and my mom — because Aftan seems sorta intrigued as to the mystery of why disc golf is so addictive, and my Mom doesn’t believe disc golf is actually a real game. Mom says I’ve pulled the wool over her eyes too many times, and she used the time I punked Paul Symonds as an example. (I had told Paully that I went fishing when I was stationed in the Azores, and we had caught an Eastern Atlantic species of fish called Plotkyfish. He bought it hook, line and sinker, so to speak.)
Anyway, Mom and Aftan, enjoy the photos! The general public is welcome to them as well, and you can find them all here.
Cool thing too, Trojan Park in Rainier, Oregon, now has a disc golf course of its own, according to various reports on the Internet. Water hazards and all!!! I’m gonna have to play when I go back…and bring about 15 discs.
YAY TO PICTURES OF YOU!!!! Dave says he challenges you to a game of disc golf when you get to Corvallis….I guess we have a course (?) by the river downtown.
Still biting your lip like I and your dad do when you concentrate?! I noticed that right away,must be genetic. Okay, now I believe, but hey you could have been yanking my chain and I didn’t want to appear as gulliable as Paully!
I don’t think someone not believing in disc golf is at all being gullible Sybil! hahaha Seriously…think about it. Who had enough time on there hands to be like gee lets take a flat piece of plastic and throw it at some stuff and score it!? Same with bowling….have you ever thought how much time someone had to have had on their hands to be like….wooden pins, slippery wooden alley and a heavy ball…..YES! NEW SPORT! Had to have been a guy! hahaha
Ok, I am not gullible. Just extremely trusting.
Trust me when I say there are thousands of little plotkyfish that are just swimming out there in the Atlantic Ocean, waiting to be caught by people such as yourself.