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My First Ace!
26 July 1997 (Johnny G's birthday, even)
It happened on the Eleventh Hole at Hansen Park in New Brighton, MN. The hole is about 160 ft from pin to basket, with a lane of only about ten to fourteen feet lined by trees on both sides. The elevation dips before rsing again, only somewhat higher than the teebox.
That may not sound tough, by some disc golf course standards, but those branches can be a pain in the ass, I did it in the middle of summer, and to make it worse, the baskets are cone holes. For those that don't play disc golf, most holes at well-kept courses use hanging chains to "catch" the disc and drop them in the basket. Inverted cones are sometimes used, but do not work quite as well. Much less forgiving.
I stepped up to the hole with my Millennium Rubber Putter, gave it a ride with a high backhand, and watched it fly. The path was a gentle curve, left to right, as I wanted it. It narrowly avoided a hanging branch, and I thought to myself, "That looks good."
It certainly did. The next thing I heard was the gong of the cone, and the rattle of the basket. Outstanding.
Thank God that George Dee Skidmore was there to see it. Actually, I oughtta thank George himself.
Not a very long hole, not what most people call golfing, but I'll take it.
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