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One-Word Wednesday

I’m back shooting disc golf now that my thumb joint feels better. Here C.J. tees off.

I’m back shooting disc golf now that my thumb joint feels better. Here C.J. tees off during yesterday’s Southwest Handicap Mini at Community Park.

Return!

The Mister putts.

The Mister putts.

Eric tests the wind direction.

Eric tests the wind direction.

My baby boy sails in a par putt.

My baby boy sails in a par putt.

Bucolic Disc Golf

Such a restful setting for a basket during an oft-stress-filled game

Such a restful setting for a basket during an oft-stressful game

Usually the most-scenic parts of disc golf courses are trees and lakes. But River Pointe Church’s land also features a fenced-off cow pasture. Players whose discs go off-line have to recover them from this out-of-bounds area.

Most of the time, the toughest aspect of that retrieval is trying not to get hung up on the barbed-wire fence; we rarely see any animals near by. However, during last Tuesday’s Southwest Handicap Mini finale, some of the four-legged clientele were up close and personal with one of the baskets.

The kid ignores the background.

The kid ignores the animal background.

At first when I was walking towards the basket from across the course, it actually looked like the cows were on the wrong side of the fence! What a relief to see that wasn’t the case. I sure didn’t want them messing with my beloved baby boy (as well as the Mister, who would have been the one rescuing him while I snapped photos)!

A great putt!

A great putt!

Despite all the chain clanging, the bovine peanut gallery paid udderly no attention to the players. Even Hiral’s stunning birdie putt turned no heads.

Talk about your tough crowd!

One-Word Wednesday

Our younger son came to town from SHSU to play in the Southwest Handicap Mini finale . . . and help his dad celebrate his birthday.

Our younger son came home from SHSU yesterday to play in the Southwest Handicap Mini finale . . . and help his dad celebrate his birthday.

Visit!

Unfortunately, the course at River Pointe Church got the best of him.

Unfortunately, the disc golf course at River Pointe Church got the best of him. But he had a good time with his buddies, and we loved seeing him again.

Floating Frisbees

The long reach of our fearless leader Eric makes this an easy putt.

The long reach of our fearless leader Eric makes this an easy putt.

When I’m shooting disc golf almost every Tuesday at our Southwest Handicap Mini, some of my favorite photos are snapped when the players are putting.

Chris’ putt is about to clang the chains.

Chris’ putt is about to clang the chains.

Part of the reason is that it’s easy to keep them and the disc in focus. People don’t think you’re a good photographer when your pics are blurry.

Tony lasers one in.

Tony lasers one in.

But I also like how the fast shutter speed freezes the disc in the air.

You can tell what kind of putter Bradley is using.

Bradley drops in his putt.

It’s like they’re floating. Which is a good thing when the disc ends up in the basket.

A watery grave

A watery grave

In the lake, not so much.

Random Updates

The kid rocks the shower cap!

The kid rocked the shower cap!

Here are several updates about things I’ve mentioned or photos that have been in recent posts:

First, my younger son’s outpatient surgery last Friday was successful. Plus it was the less serious of two possibilities. He has to limit his activity for a week or two, but he should be fine in time for college move-in on August 24.

Remember this tampered sign?

Remember this tampered sign?

The road sign leading into my master-planned community that made us giggle every time we saw it finally has been replaced. We thought it might become a landmark.

Ho-hum

Ho-hum

Now it’s just plain boring.

Keep away!

Keep away!

When I wrote that punny post about the disc golf birdies and the bees, I wondered why the buzzers were so attracted to this spot.

Honey anyone?

Honey anyone?

We found out the next time the Southwest Handicap Mini stopped at the Aquatic Center course. Someone had taken the lid off, exposing what the bees had been building. Intriguing yet still nothing I want to get close to.

The restroom choices at the restaurant. Yes, I had to think about which door to choose.

The restroom choices at the restaurant. Yes, I had to think about which door to choose.

Finally, Team Beowulf went down in flames at the Houston Trivia city finals at Little Woodrow’s last Saturday. The four of us plus Josh put up a valiant effort, but we didn’t advance to state. It didn’t help that not only did we have the youngest team members by far, but I fell ill during the first half and missed three questions when I was in the restroom where I was trying to keep from fainting twice (I think the culprit was dehydration after my morning run).

It’s all for the best, though, because now we can move the kid into his dorm a day earlier, which works better for his roommate’s family. Here’s hoping he’s able to lift boxes by then!

Peekaboo Putting

Marcus hopes for a par.

Marcus hopes for a par.

Timing is everything in life . . . and photography.

Take disc golf, for example. Mistime when you snap your shutter, and you can distract the player or entirely miss having the disc in the photo, making for either a miffed person or an uninteresting picture.

I’ve been taking disc golf pix for almost six years, so usually my timing is pretty good. I usually end up with a calm player and a decent action photo.

Usually.

Yes, that IS Patrick sending his disc towards the basket.

Yes, that IS Patrick sending his disc towards the basket.

For some reason—heat, humidity, slow reflexes, weak talent—when I was shooting our weekly Southwest Handicap Mini last Tuesday, I caught several players with their throwing hands obscuring their faces. I could understand this happening if any of these guys were shy or avoided photo ops.

Sidebar: When I posted the above photo on Facebook, the mini’s fearless leader, Eric, commented that Patrick was showing off the rarely used Riverdance putt. Makes me laugh every time I look at the picture.

Casey’s disc heads for the chains.

Casey’s disc heads for the chains.

But even Casey finally has accepted my presence on the course, even complaining that because I wasn’t at a certain basket, he missed a putt (could the Nikon D700 have magical powers?). So I have to chalk it up to the dreaded “oops, I blew it” excuse. After all, everyone would rather see faces than hands.

Adam putts it in.

Adam told me to shoot from this angle; glad he didn’t miss!

Even when those handsome faces are somewhat obscured by chains!

Rainy Day Players and Photographers

My younger son lasers in his birdie putt amid the raindrops.

My younger son lasers in his birdie putt amid the raindrops.

According to the Southwest Handicap Mini’s fearless leader, Eric, it should never rain on Tuesdays during the 18-hole disc golf tournaments. So we were all surprised when Mother Nature had the audacity to defy Eric and briefly dump some drops on our heads during this week’s contest at Community Park in Missouri City.

Mike keeps the basket in his sights.

Mike keeps the basket in his sights.

As much as I don’t like getting my photographic equipment wet, I went with the flow (literally) and just kept on shooting while hoping for the best. When I looked at my pics in Photoshop later, I loved how my fast shutter speed had captured not only the action but also the rain.

Glen hams it up with his no-look putt.

Glen hams it up with his no-look putt.

Talk about your spray and pray!