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Disc Golf Stories, No. 12

It was 1998 and I was living in Scottsdale, Arizona, when a disc golfing friend – Ron Klein – informed me that he was driving to California to retrieve items from storage, and wondered if I wanted to take a disc golf road trip to the west coast?

We played several courses while visiting The Golden State, the most memorable of which was DeLaveaga, in Santa Cruz.

Upon arrival, we learned that a local monthly disc golf tournament was just about to begin, and so we both paid a nominal entry fee to enter the event.

It was a small field and there were only two divisions – Ron signed up for Pro, and I signed up for Amateur – scheduled to play one round of 27-holes.

I’d played here once before, and hoped that my performance during this particular event would be competitive. When finished, all of the scorecards were submitted and official results tallied.

Although several of the top players from the Santa Cruz area were absent – playing instead at a PDGA tournament held in San Diego – it was nevertheless very cool to hear the Tournament Director announce that the winners of both divisions were from Arizona!

In addition to receiving my payout for winning, I also sold a dozen t-shirts to the local club following the event – contributing to a fun disc golf road trip!

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Disc Golf Stories, No. 8

The year was 1998 and I’d recently moved to Scottsdale, Arizona. Now, my home course for disc golf was at Vista del Camino park, where I played the Shelley Sharpe Memorial Disc Golf Course.

As is commonplace at many courses, there are oftentimes a few folks on hand who sell discs, either new or found. Here, “Johnny B.” was known for fishing discs out of the canal, a stagnant waterway which changed color to a deepening shade of green throughout the summer. Anyway, the deals were good and one day I purchased a Roc golf disc for a fair price.

Sometime later, my friend Mike Milne and I set out to play other courses in the area, winding up on this particular day at a (now closed) disc golf course in Chandler, Arizona, called Hoopes.

My drive on the first hole finished 35 feet short of the basket, with a slightly downhill putt remaining. I drew chains but missed the putt. Just for fun, I decided to take a second shot with the recently purchased Roc which I’d brought along.

I missed again (#@&!) – the shot hit the tray and immediately shattered into a dozen pieces! It was shocking to see, as that isn’t supposed to happen (I never miss twice, lol).

I later learned that that Roc wasn’t found in the canal. Rather, it was discovered on the rooftop of a building adjacent to Vista Del Camino, where it had likely baked in the Arizona sun for a couple of years. Hence, the brittle state.

Johnny and I had a good laugh, and he gave me a replacement golf disc for free.