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.
Before the weekend, I thought I would have a lot more to recap from our dg adventures to Sequoyah; but negative. Originally I was supposed to catch up with fellow Doglegger Jeremiah—who was in town—for an early morning round to Sequoyah, but we couldn’t make it happen this time around due to prior engagements. So our Saturday 8am round didn’t happen but I did however manage to make it out there today for a quick 18.
I was off my A-game, big time starting out. I was actually surprised to find how many of the baskets had been moved to the closer pin positions. You would think Oh awesome!, but I think that hurt me even more trying to compensate my throwing power to not go as far. I could not keep a dang drive straight worth a flip. Granted, I had been practicing anhyzer shots and turning my wrist over the past few days and I think that had my timing off a bit. Anyway, my putting was “on” for the most part, but had several terrible drives. Today was my chance to break my course record there of a +5, but I failed short. I’d like to get out there again before they move them back and see if I can beat it again.
I really enjoy Sequoyah Park and it is a park that has definitely grown on me more and more this past year. Being my local course, I look forward to every single trip out there. One of my pet peeves—I know I’ve mentioned several times in my posts—is that I really can’t stand when slower/newbie groups ahead of you don’t ask if you want to play through…especially when I’m playing alone. Anyways, I had to jump around a few times to skip some people but came back and finished them all. Did miss two or three crucial putts for potential birds that hit off the top. I misjudged the weather too and was way too overdressed for the cool.. The sun was beaming and I got dehydrated quick. I’m already ready for a redemption round this week if any of you guys would like to join. Finished a measly +7.
…Only if they could. This month has been compromised of two of the worst rounds of disc golf I’ve ever had. I’ve lost my two best drivers (Katanas) about two weeks ago and almost lost a third this evening. All on the same two holes.
Patience is key in disc golf; I’ve so learned wholeheartedly these past few weeks. After I get off work, I only have a mere hour and a half before sunset. Time is of the essence.
Upon arriving at the course I notice a larger group already on Hole 1. I play fast. It’s not always that a slower group has the courtesy to ask if you’d like to play through. Mistake #1, not asking them first. So, with the sun’s descent ticking, I jump to #13, the back 6–Sequoyah’s “Gauntlet”–to jump ahead. Mistake #2.
First throw, BAM. Blow to near tree less than 30 yards away. Ok, let’s call that practice. Next throw, tree limbs. Roughly same distance but lands on gravel fairway. I’ll have to take that. Bogey that hole. Next hole, teeing off over pond. Par shot threw down to basket 5 ft lower than from where I’m standing. Overshoot, damn, bogey. +2 after 2…awesome.
#15. Super fast drive level drive. Brand-new Katana smashes into tree in middle of fairway. Sure didn’t slice it… Ricochets way off course into deep, marshy ravine. Search Party. Mistake #3, playing solo. I search high and low, through knee-high weeds, spiderwebs, and inches of mosquito-infested mud. I’m not seeing it. It’s brand new. No disc left behind. I keep surveying and replaying my throw from the vantage point of the tee pad, carefully calculating the elevation, spin speed and degree at which it could have possibly ricocheted off. I kept telling myself, “If I find this, I’ll quit. Just let me find it.” After 40 some odd minutes, sweaty, bugs in hair, half soaked shoes…I see it. A glimmer of the yellow neon peaking through the weeds, half buried into the mud halfway out into the marshy creekbed. Holy crap there it was. So I reached for it with a stick, grabbed my gear, and walked away. 2.5 holes. 1 hour later.
We finally get a weekend with the perfect disc golf weather. And of course, we took full advantage of it. Saturday’s plan was to hit at least two courses and bring back the return of DG Retrieval Mission: Part II. This time, with a boat son!
DG Retrieval Mission: II
Several weeks ago I had a stray that zipped through the droopy pines and spun off into the plastic chair-filled mud runoff of a ‘pond’. Not dare stepping foot in that, I opted for a $16 inflatable boat off Amazon. I thought this would make a practical solution combined with a fishing net to retrieve my sunken disc and perhaps a few more.
The morning started off fairly windy and without an anchor, it only made the situation worse out there. As I tapped around aimlessly on the muddy bottom hoping to hit something plastic, I failed and brought up everything and anything but plastic. Plus, every time I tried to scoop it sent me in a tailspin doing donuts in a kid-sized inflatable boat in the middle of park with a little league baseball game going on in the distance. If they had a jumbotron at that game, I was bound to be on it. You’d think with the money I spent on the boat I could just replace that disc, but no. It meant more to me than that. And who’s NOT up for an adventure, right? Even if I found one disc, it would’ve pretty much payed for itself. No luck today in finding my disc—or any disc—but I’m not giving up.
After wasting a good half hour paddling in circles, it was time to play. A bit windy, but temp was nice and it’d been awhile since Justin and I’d hit the course. He lead for much of the round—even going up by 4 at one point. I made a slight comeback on the back 9 tie-ing it back up going into #18. Neither one of us had a good round and both finished at +10. Ugh. Highlight of the round, Justin’s ~60 ft. birdie shot on #13. This beauty was around the back of the rim, no chains. Stuck it. [Note: This is the same hole Darren hit that 130-footer a few weeks earlier.]
It’s been a while again since a Dogleg weekend update, so I figured it was due. This past weekend was a messy one with all the rain, unstable temps, and heavy fog but somehow we still managed to squeeze in a few rounds. After three earlier failed attempts of playing early Saturday due to rain, the sun finally appeared and I made a beeline to the closest park. Discgolf on the weekends to me is pretty much a necessity. I will find any chance or excuse I can get to get out there and huck discs for a few hours.
Saturday: Sequoyah Park — Canton, GA
Started out doing well until I reached the back 9, then fell apart. Had an awesome shot on a 148-ft. right hook hole #7. Whipped it around the trees, through the chains…out of the basket. NOOO! Another lost chance at an Ace. I’m destined to get one soon I swear. That makes about basket #6 that I’ve hit on a drive and failed to stick one. Back 9, starting to come unglued when I lost my best driver in a small pond and then triple-bogeyed the very next hole.. Seriously. Finished +12.
Sunday Part I: Sequoyah Park – Round 2 for me
Sunday morning we set out for me another round and a new one for Justin and Darren. Started out slow and killed it the back 9 this time. Everything seemed to be flying right for me this round. We get to hole #13, par shot, and Darren CHINGS one from about 130-ft out! That’s one of the longest ringers we’ve witnessed. Awesome shot! Especially knowing this would his 3rd or 4th round to ever play. I ended up finishing strong with my course record of +5! I was pretty thrilled. We’ve always played this park as a Par 3 course. Does anyone know if there’s any 4’s here? There’s several holes near 400 ft that I don’t see anyway how they’re 3’s. I’d love to know.
Sunday Part II: Wills Park — Alpharetta, GA
Justin and I head to Alpharetta for one more round at Wills. Misting heavily and lower 50’s temps—this quickly became one of the worst round conditions I’ve played in yet. Too far a drive to turn around now, it’s game time. After bogeying the first hole and nailing a tree less than 20 ft on the Hole #2, I knew this wasn’t going to be a fun round. Then comes Hole #3, and what are we welcomed to halfway down the fairway? …was this some mystical fairytale? No.. equestrian girls gallantly jumping the tiny brook with their horses in the middle of the DG course. Um..no not dangerous at all. The problem was, one of the horses would not cross the water. We wait.. and wait… and wait until Justin finally walks down there and tries to get them to get out of the way. Justin takes the win on this course finishing his course best at +6 and I trailed with +9.
Looking forward to North Jasper this weekend! See you guys there bright and early.
East Roswell, to be exact. Sunday, here, looks to be the nicest weather we’ve had in a few weeks. So yes we will be taking advantage of that. A few of us are looking to take on Sequoyah first, then heading to East Roswell (E.Ros as I like to call it) to hit up their heavily wooded course.
Anyone in the area that would like to join us for a Sunday DG adventure, let us know. We’d love to meet up. Hoping you other guys are able to get out this weekend for a round or two. Looking forward to hearing some stories. Check back later this weekend for our trip recap.
I was fortunate enough to beat the heat and make it out to a course two days straight last week. It had almost been a full week and I’d started to have major disc golf withdrawals. I need my DG fix at least ONCE a week. It keeps me sane I guess. JK, but really.
Part I—Sequoyah Park (Canton, GA).
Tuesday was the first day last week that Chad and I headed out to play. This time, to Sequoyah Park. I’d played there a few times before, but Chad had never been. Sequoyah’s a little longer drive from here than our ‘home’ course of Oregon Park, but to me it’s worth that extra 10 min. Reason being, there’s hardly a soul that plays Sequoyah late during the week—at least lately. Oregon Park sets in the front of a large park complex and next to a seemingly, sumptuous neighborhood. Which means it has lots of traffic and park enthusiasts that roam the newly renovated course’s green hills. Don’t get me wrong, I love the new layout, but it’s the frequent overcrowding and awaiting large groups ahead to play on that gets me. Oregon Park is a very popular course indeed. With two sets of teepads and baskets per hole, get ready to deal with the possibility of other groups playing your same hole from the other set of tees. Heads up, some back teepads may be blind to the front set. I tend to play fast and it burns me when you trail larger groups for several holes and they never bother to let you play through. Disc golf is a fun and relaxing sport, yes, but seriously. Have respect for those smaller groups and the “Speedy Gonzales” out there that may just want to play through. Sorry, I digress.
ANYWAYS, we arrive and hit the course immediately. No other groups in sight, score! I nailed much of the round until the last four holes… My best round here prior was +11. I was shooting only +3 after 14 holes! Then on #15, I proceeded to triple bogey, double, then bogey, bogey. WTH. I added another 7 strokes in the last 4 holes! I couldn’t believe it. Arhg this was not good, but I still managed to finish my best yet there at +10. Chad did a heck of a lot better on the back 9 than I did, finishing out at +17.
Let me tell you, Sequoyah is rough once the sun starts to set—mostly wooded holes, thick canopies and tall grass. We had several search parties that killed daylight playing time. I need more brightly colored discs for sure.
Part II—Oregon Park (Marietta, GA).
Wednesday rolls around and Chad and I take to the course again. This time back to our home course, with Justin. Justin and I play Oregon all the time, but this would be his first since its renovation. A fun, great round altogether, we all 3 stayed neck-to-neck for much of the round. I flubbed off deep into the ‘jungle brush’ on a wayward forehand shot on #5 which left me double-bogeying that debacle. Justin ching’d a few 25+ ft shots that helped put him in the lead towards the end. Justin and Chad ended up both finishing out at -2, while I finished E. Great game to both of them—Justin’s third consecutive round beating me Haha. Time to do work this week.
I’m still exhausted and aching from last weekend’s disc golf adventures. This past Sunday, Justin and I got in 54 holes of disc golf in a matter of one afternoon/eve. We played 3 different courses in 3 different cities–a little DG course tour if you will. Living in the ATL metro area, we are fortunate to have quite a range of courses within an hour or so’s radius. Sunday noon we started at Sequoyah Park in Canton, GA. I’d played there once before and didn’t too so hot, so I wanted to give it another shot. My score?… Add another stroke to my previous round there. Sequoyah’s a mostly wooded course which I haven’t been used to.
After we finished up at Sequoyah, we drove about 12 mi. southeast to Alpharetta to hit up Wills Park. First time to play this course, it’s now one of my favs so far. Wills Park has an even mix of open and wooded fairways. The back 9 are by far the hardest, being through thick wooded areas of the park. Both Justin and I shot fairly well here considering first time to the area. We get to #18, its 320 ft to the basket. My first two shots are terrible–the second shot landing in the creek bed. Here I am ~90 ft. from the basket shooting for par. Using a Leopard 166g, I let it rip up and to the left. Watching it as its flying towards the basket, I knew this would going to be hella close. Then… caCHING, the chains rattle and it lands right dead center of the basket. Hah PAR from 90+ ft! That’s the furthest I’ve hit one from yet. It was ridiculous. The pic below was taken from where I threw it from. Finished up +7 at Wills Park.
With still 3 hours to spare of daylight left, we had to play one more round somewhere else. We drove another 8 mi. south to East Roswell Park in Roswell. We’d each played once before but its by far the most difficult course we’d ever played. Playing from the back black tees, its a very tough course through thick woods with very narrow fairways in some spots. Started off alright, then went downhill from there. I think I finished up some +13 over. A lot better than the first time I played there, but still need improvement. Overall, good weather and a great weekend to be out playing. Looking forward to this weekend with two more courses.