I have proof that Woody is my true love, in case there were any non-believers left in the audience: I was asked to go disc-golfing with some of his friends. And I did it.
Disc-golfing, if you're curious, is like a cross between frisbee and golf. Not as much mini-golf, like I was hoping. I really had no interest in playing but as I spent most of Woody's birthday in bed with a migraine, I felt obligated.
I regretted this decision immediately. You could start by calling it a walk in the woods and also across open fields, and I immediately wished I had my horse with me. It was a nice day, a little chilly, but we were walking through trails that wove in and out of the woods. It was like taking a trail ride, on foot. I believe non-horse people call this "hiking."
Anyway, the game. So you have a frisbee disc and you throw it around a golf course, but there is a basket/net/goal apparatus instead of a hole in the ground. There are 18 "holes" and the objective is to get around the course with the fewest tosses. Like golf, sort of. And there are no golf carts, this is an active game for active people. Did your frisbee accidentally go the opposite direction? Into the creek? Down a hill? Well you better start walking.
It has its potential as a group activity. We had a group of six and although you are each supposed to have your own disc, we only had three so we split into teams. Woody and I were the worst team. It's not a very intense game, you just sort of throw a frisbee around and then walk after it. But it gets you moving and works your upper body. My shoulder is KILLING me today. Also, it will provoke a group of twenty-something males to start doing cartwheels in public. Well, that might have been the beer, but it was amusing nevertheless.
So, there you have it: if you have ever felt the desire to take a trail ride, without a horse, while throwing a frisbee around, then disc golf is for you.
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