Allow me to follow up on this post:
The wet rocks on hole 2 at Don Shannon are slippery. Who knew? :doh:. :wall:.
Goodbye trusted driver.
If only I had video...
Having finished Hobbs and Tyus ahead of schedule, I headed to Don Shannon Memorial, thinking I could squeeze a 3rd course in that day. Get to a very scenic hole #2 - a water carry across some rocks/boulders that create a quick flowing rapids (pix don't do it justice):
Don Shannon Memorial DGC, #2 Tee:
Basket to tee:
I got this. So I launch my driver and it hits the bank across the way.
... only to flip up and roll back toward the raging water!
Assuming I'll never see that disc again, I walk across the concrete blocks laid out to get to the other side. I make it most of the way, when I see my disc laying on a large flat boulder about 3/4 the way across the rapids.
Can't reach it with my Disc Gator, but think I can get out there to pick it up. Figuring I might need both arms free to balance, I leave my Gator on the far bank with my bag, and proceed to step/hop my way out to the rock... damned if those things ain't slippery. So I make it to the rock my disc is on, reach down to pick it up and my left foot slips out from under me. In about as ungraceful a manner as is humanly possible, I fall backward, instinctively swinging my left hand behind me trying to break my fall, mangling my left pinkie on the rocks. But the real
kicker is that as I'm falling back, my right foot swings out in front of me... propelling my disc into the torrent. :wall:
My finger's dripping blood, I'm pretty much soaked, and I'm standing on a rock with water rushing all around me, hoping I can catch a glimpse of my disc… but nothing. So I rinse my bloody finger off in quickly flowing water. Make it back to my stuff and throw holes 3 & 4… when the sky opens up, like a message from the Lord himself to cut my losses and het the heck out of Dodge.
Here's what the seat of my pants looked like afterward: