This past weekend was the Disc Golf Idaho State Doubles Championship. We were pretty pumped. We probably shouldn't have been. Look, we didn't care about placing, okay? We just wanted to have a good time, throw some frisbees, and make fun of some hairy backed dudes. We managed to pull this off with a 50% success rate.


This is Dani preparing for Day 1. She's foaming at the mouth, hungry for competition.

On Day one, there were two formats. First: Best Disc. Both team members play the hole, but only records the best score. Sounds easy enough, and it was. Dani and I both played quite well, and ended up twelve over par. This isn't too bad considering the course was made longer and much more difficult by the tournament director.

Second format: Worst shot. This sucked. I mean sucked. I mean really really sucked. It works like this; both team members tee off, and the opposing team gets to pick which shot you are forced to throw from next. Repeat this process every throw, ad nauseum. So you're always throwing from your worst shot, get it? Well, we had some really bad shots, and it got frustrating really fast. Dani was killing infants, seriously. Okay, well she would have if there were infants. We shot a 119, par for the course was 63. Ouch. Oh yeah, and I lost three discs to reeds and water hazards.


Us on hole thirteen, after Luke had just come out of the river, searching for his lost driver.

Okay, time to recuperate. So we didn't shoot so well, so what? We still have another days worth of action, we're still in this thing. Truth be told, neither of us wanted to come back for more pummeling, but we convinced each other it was for the best.

So day two. First format: Best shot. Same concept as worst shot, only instead of our opponents picking the worst shot, we were able to choose our best shot to throw from. It went very well, we improved on our previous score and shot a 73.


The player's table after the first format. The land of lost and found discs. Mine never made it here.

Last time 'round: Alternating shots. Plays like it says, we take turns throwing from the tee to the hole. Again, we sucked it up. Which all in all, wasn't bad, but then grumpy moods found their way onto hole 16, and our afternoon was all downhill from there.

Overall, I'm not sure Dani would ever do another competition that includes the worst shot format. I'm with her. But you'll hear more from us, or at least from me. We're frolfing maniacs. Besides, each evening was capped off with yummy food and beverage (thanks Stans! Best hot dogs in the northwest) and some episodes of The Office. There are worse fates.