Another day of disc golf before a day of gaming. This time at Cat Hollow. It seems there are some taggers running around here…

So sad…

One running commentary that we make is the term “pipped”. We use it to mean passed by the smallest unit. Here, I pip Gravitt by two discs! Woowoo!

Hole 13 still has not been fixed. But the bucket is still sitting there. My shot was the closest in the group. What was amusing was that the disc embedded itself in some cotton insulation. That disc won’t skip.

Jon’s putt landed on the basket. Unfortunately, that shot is invalid. As some R.N.s would point out…