Flying Frisbees On A Fine Fall Day

Frisbee Golfers

Audrey, Ben and Nicole are ready for some Frisbee Golf at a park in Ames, Iowa.

I’m not sure if Mark Twain really said it—sources vary on the veracity of the quote—but golf has been called “a good walk spoiled.”

No doubt, if Twain did say it, he was not talking about Frisbee Golf. In recent years, we’ve started to enjoy playing that game now and then, and today was one of our finer rounds.

For our one full day “off” during Fall Break, Audrey and I went to Ames today to meet Benjamin for lunch. Ben also introduced us to Nicole, his girlfriend. She is a sweet young lady from Omaha who is majoring in aerospace engineering—they met in a math class. Well, they would. Sounds like a rom-com, no?

Nicole taking a shot.

Nicole puts the Frisbee in the hole as Ben watches.

Anyway, after a find repast of Thai food (Ben correctly forecast not just the eatery, but what his mother would order) we went Frisbee Golfing.

I can’t really compare it to “regular” golf because I’m not a golfer, but I suspect it has more appeal to me for several reasons:

  • It’s not an upscale game. You don’t have to pay fees or belong to a country club to play Frisbee Golf. It’s not something fat white businesspeople do to make deals. People don’t wear ridiculous outfits, drive around in silly carts or hire boys to carry around their Frisbees. It’s just you, your disc, your tennis shoes (or feet, in Nicole’s case) and the thrill of the throw. It’s very Wal-Mart rather than Nordstrom’s, and thought I’m not really a Wal-Mart kind of guy, the egalitarian feel of Frisbee Golf appeals to me, while the snobbery of that other golf does not.
  • It’s a walk through a real park. Not a good walk spoiled, but a nice park stroll enhanced. Nobody grooms and poisons a Frisbee Gold course until it looks like an artificial green carpet. Frisbee Golf is played in areas that are barely mowed. Frequent trees are part of the course. I think I would get nervous being out on a “real” golf course—the saccharine perfection of the greens would disturb me, and calling those regular lawn areas a “rough” is an insult to anything that’s rough. Being on a Frisbee Golf course, on the other hand, is to be out in a fine, slightly wild, real seeming Iowa park.
  • The company is grand. I’ve usually been Frisbee golfing with my kids, who seem to run to rather laid back sorts whose fierce sense of competition is more devoted to who can make the most awful jokes while out on the course. Ben’s gal Nicole seemed to fit right into that mold, chatting and laughing and joking along with us. No doubt, we’re obnoxious to any Frisbee Golfers who care, but fortunately most Frisbee Golf courses aren’t often crowded, so our dawdling, joking, 10-shots-a-hole style of play can’t disturb others too much, and we don’t let the golfing interfere to much with the strolling, the talking, the joking or the laughing. And that’s the way it ought to be.

We played hole 1 and hole 18 and some holes in between in a rather random, rambling fashion. It was a fine, fun, warm fall day to be out, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. It was a good use of a sunny fall afternoon!

Your's truly

Your correspondent, as Nicole borrows my camera to take this shot of me taking my shot.

Ben and the tree

Ben and the chewing gum tree we found at the park.


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