A lot of times wherever we go, we just happen to find disc golf courses.
Well, especially when the Mister decides we need to find them!
Last Sunday when we visited our younger son and his roommate, RJ, at SHSU, we walked off some of those Chili’s calories by throwing the Mister’s discs at a local course. And when I say “we,” of course, I mean them.
Hey, someone has to snap photos!
RJ doesn’t play disc golf, but that didn’t stop my son from trying to indoctrinate him into his favorite sport. It would be nice to have some company when he decides to practice.
Our disc golf pal Eric had told us about a nine-hole course at Huntsville’s Eastham-Thomason Park, which is pretty close to the boys’ on-campus dorm. Thanks to the Garmin, we easily found it. The kid’s bag was in his room, but he still enjoyed tossing the plastic again.
RJ’s a good athlete, so he started to get the hang of throwing after awhile. All he needs is lots of practice and continued help from his roomie.
The course was typical of ones that are shoehorned into parks. The above basket was almost on the ground, probably to discourage players from flinging their discs into the creek behind it. A spray park and walking path raised the possibility of hitting innocent people.
Still, a disc golf course within a mile or so of his new home is important for my son. It gives him a great outlet for releasing the stress of studying (and I sincerely hope I’m not making an assumption that he actually is studying!), as well as a way to sharpen his skills.
Here’s hoping he doesn’t bean someone in the noggin’!