Today was another perfect morning for disc golf here in the outer perimeter north of the big ATL. A breezy, sun out, mid-60s day and nothing in the way of me and the disc golf course. Sequoyah Park DGC here I come.
Over the past several months I’ve been struggling down to find the right disc for my approach shots. I hesitate to call it a “mid-range” because often I’ll tend to throw anything from that <200 ft range. My go-to disc for the past few years has been a beat Leopard that I'd throw. It's a great disc and works really well for me, but it leaves too much guessing on the angle and windage.
Last week I got my first Buzzz and have been trying that the over the course the past few days. Still learning how to properly throw it with my style of throwing, but I am getting better with it. I haven't thrown it enough times to make a judgment on it yet, or review (fyi, it'll come down the line).
Anyways, back to my story and morning on the course… it's funny how on the days that the weather is beautiful, I usually tend to do worse. I don't know what it is. Distracted by the colorful falling leaves, the cool chill in the air, or the neighboring house burning leaves next to the park? Not sure, but I take in all of it. Every chance I get.
With that said, my round started off rough. Magnetic trees = unforgiving. Piles of leaves leave you searching/kicking leaves twice as long looking for your hidden white disc. Until I get to #10. Sequoyah's #10 is roughly 328 to the basket—You're teeing off from top of the hillside throwing over a valley to the basket on top of the next hill. Love this type of setup. So I tee of, and instantly my bright neon yellow Katana takes an awkward hyzer fast and hard to the right (I'm a LHBH thrower). It sails out of sight around the trees divides the #10 and #11 fairways. Just great.
I find my disc and have a horrible line to the basket. Trees, brush, shrubs, hillside, more trees…everything in my way. No clear shot. I have to jump to see the top of the basket. I’m at the bottom of the hill having to throw at an angle to the basket on top of the hill. Not yet comfortable with my Buzzz, I reach for my 2012 Ace Race Discraft Disc, the Zombee. I love this disc. I find myself throwing it more and more since that tournament back in August. It flies pretty straight and has an angled wing/lip for a better, more comfortable grasp. I tied for first, then lost in the CTP tie-breaker with this disc in that August Ace Race in Jasper. Pullin’ it outta the pocket, I’m going for it.
My release is high, fast and slightly left. It whips through the hanging pine and barely clears the brush tops as it soars up the hillside threading trees. It makes it’s subtle hyzer fade around the trees and I hear chains. What? No way… I move from my position for a better viewing angle and that candy red Zombee is laying sideways in the chains. Scorrrrrrrrre! I count it off, roughly 126 ft. Which now becomes the longest shot I’ve hit yet. The Zombee will make its permanent spot in my bag. The Zombee’s are coming.