Tell us about a bad experience

[Mrcpa]

So today I probably had one of the worst times playing DG ever.... A friend of ours who just started playing consistently a week or two ago beat me when I've been playing for about 2 months now. I shot 5 over on the front 9 and just your destroyed on the back 9 ending up at 17 over and the newer guy shot 16.... When they decided to play the course again on hole 2 I missed at 15 foot put that bounced out of the chains. Well it just so happened to land at the perfect angle that I could give it a good ole kicking. Poor soft wizard wasn't it's fault but still... One of the worst DG experienced I've ever had by far

 

[sillybizz]

I played a course out in the middle of the rain forest in Oregon once where navigating the course was near impossible but I tried anyway. Not only did I lose the course I lost my bearings and forgot where the car was, the rest of the course or really where I was going. Couldn't find any sign of human life and wandered about for a half hour trying to find the course, the car, anything. Pretty embarrassing considering I'm an experienced hiker. Anyhow I used the compass on my phone to guide me back to the car and gave up on the course. A little scary there for second being alone and lost.

 

[Martin Dewgarita]

I can think of one time that I really wanted to sit down and cry and give up, I didn't but really wanted to.

I think I was second card at Lake Superior open, It's our 17th hole of the round, second round of the day - Eagles Peak followed by White Cedar at Mont du Lac. I'm still fairly early into the recovery of a shattered calcaneus (heel bone). I am sore and exhausted and ready to be done with the round.

I'm on that one hole, everybody knows the hole even if you've never played there, it's got that one area off to the right where as you're describing the hole you say "whatever you do, don't go over there" and there's that tempting hyzer line over there. So of course I go the hyzer line, and of course I end up over there, down the 60 foot embankment. I crawl down there to my disc, of course I have the option to retee, and of course I'm too stubborn thinking to myself "yeah, I can get up and down from here, just gotta throw this thumber line."

I throw the thumber, right to the top of the hill, easy hyzer look for an up and down, that of course tempts that hill again. I throw, hit an iron leaf, it drops straight down right on the crest of the hill and I hear the tell tale "tick, bump, tck tck" as the disc rolls back down the damn hill. I hike down to it holding back the tears of frustration and exhaustion, again too stubborn to rethrow, I toss it up and over the ridge, down the other side 100' past the basket. I hike to it, still holding back the said tears (ok, at this point I may have let a few tears leak through my eyelids) I toss up and drop it in for my 6. I can easily say that was the most frustrating point of my dg career.

 

[threevok]

I was walking down the fairway and stepped on something squishy. When I investigated it was a kitten. I had stepped on his head and torso and his intestines squirted out his little butt hole. He was still moving so I stomped on him to put him out of his misery. We buried him under a Cottonwood tree and think of the little fellow every time we play that hole. My 7 year old daughter who was with us was really shaken by the experience so we watched Old Yeller that evening to calm her down.

 

[wims]

I was walking down the fairway and stepped on something squishy. When I investigated it was a kitten. I had stepped on his head and torso and his intestines squirted out his little butt hole. He was still moving so I stomped on him to put him out of his misery. We buried him under a Cottonwood tree and think of the little fellow every time we play that hole. My 7 year old daughter who was with us was really shaken by the experience so we watched Old Yeller that evening to calm her down.

That's horrible

 

[Broken Shoulder]

^ Everyone parents a little differently.

 

[ohtobediscing]

Especially the Old Yeller part---salt in the wound.

My buddy Derek from NC was playing a tourney that had the shore of a clear and quickly-deep lake(Fontana?) by its fairways. A drive he'd thrown rolled down the slope but stopped just short of the water. From a dicey stance he made his second throw.
He then squatted and leaned to pick up the first disc---and the back of his bag came to rest on his thigh, tilted forward, and rolled all of his discs out and into the water, where they quickly sank from sight.
He finished with a driver and midrange.

 

[thrembo]

That time I threw my disc in the middle of the lake. That sucked.

 

[jeffmonty]

I was walking down the fairway and stepped on something squishy. When I investigated it was a kitten. I had stepped on his head and torso and his intestines squirted out his little butt hole. He was still moving so I stomped on him to put him out of his misery. We buried him under a Cottonwood tree and think of the little fellow every time we play that hole. My 7 year old daughter who was with us was really shaken by the experience so we watched Old Yeller that evening to calm her down.

Wow, that would have ruined my whole week, but i'm soft that way.

 

[mike.sepulveda.73]

Played the front 9 of sky high dgc at Wrightwood, CA to introduce my uncle to the game. Threw my brand new Sling (2016 trilogy mid) on a downhill, 300 foot left to right on a beautiful anny. The wind decided to lift the disc about 5 feet, just enough to clear the green and carry about 650' down the perfectly shaped gully... Twas a sad day.

Thumb smashed on my Galaxy Note 4

 

[pauldst]

So many, and none all that bad that they especially stand out, but this one was memorable:
Prospect Park Hole 14 goes on a slant uphill. This was in my second month playing. My tee shot landed up and to the left, and then rolled downhill to the right, stopping in the parking lot, possibly as far from the basket as the tee, though in a different direction. My next shot came back down the hill, stopping near me, but a bit past. Third shot landed in some ornamental grass halfway up the hill. From there I think that I holed out in two or three more shots.

A bad day playing disc golf beats a good day fishing! Er, I mean working...

 

[discRabbit]

I played a course out in the middle of the rain forest in Oregon once where navigating the course was near impossible but I tried anyway. Not only did I lose the course I lost my bearings and forgot where the car was, the rest of the course or really where I was going. Couldn't find any sign of human life and wandered about for a half hour trying to find the course, the car, anything. Pretty embarrassing considering I'm an experienced hiker. Anyhow I used the compass on my phone to guide me back to the car and gave up on the course. A little scary there for second being alone and lost.

Lucky mud?

 

[THUGNIFICENT763]

Back in summer of 2004 at Sunnyside, some jerk hit me in the carotid with a Discraft Soft Magnet, blindsided me, didn't even give me any warning, just let it hit me. It was effectively the ol' Austin Powers judo chop, but with a crappily-thrown Magnet. It made me see stars. It also pissed me off. So I threw his Soft Magnet in the street and a passing UPS truck ran it over. Actually, that was an awesome day.

 

[tampora]

I was walking down the fairway and stepped on something squishy. When I investigated it was a kitten. I had stepped on his head and torso and his intestines squirted out his little butt hole. He was still moving so I stomped on him to put him out of his misery. We buried him under a Cottonwood tree and think of the little fellow every time we play that hole. My 7 year old daughter who was with us was really shaken by the experience so we watched Old Yeller that evening to calm her down.

My god. This is absolutely horrifying, even with such playful a phrase as "squirted out his little butt hole" .

 

[The Last DJ]

I was playing Armco White awhile back and unloaded on a big uphill hole from the teebox throwing about as hard as I could. I hit an insta-tree and careened 300' to the right of the fairway into a ravine: a truly unbelievable feat to miss so many trees. Three shots later, I reach the fairway of the par three and step on a limb that jumps up to tag me in the balls. I double over and fall down in pain for awhile before I three-putt for a quadruple-bogey. :thmbdown:

 

[Shipley]

Earlewood, hole 18. Pulled out a brand new disc and crushed it, only to have it ricochet into the swamp, never to be seen again. Pulled out another disc, threw from 18's tee pad, and parked it....on hole 10.

Next round I completely redeemed myself. Threw a big hyzer over the ampitheater on hole 16, and birdied in front of a group of people sitting at the picnic table nearby.

 

[Binky Yutz]

Hole 13 Citronelle Municipal Park (just north of Mobile, AL) 220 foot slightly uphill, lots of trees, basket sits on top of a small rise. My drive gets to within 30 feet or so of the basket, the line on my second throw is nearly perfect, however, I did not get it up high enough, and the shot dings off the basket, hits the ground and stands up and starts rolling back down the hill, towards me.....I stood there as I watched my disc pick up speed, roll just to the left of me and continue on down the hill another 50 feet....my third shot, now about 85 feet, and I'm angry, so I throw it harder than I should have and now end up over the rise and down the other side, I finally put it in on my 5th shot....who cards a 5 on a 220 foot hole?? I sure did...

The moral of this story....don't throw angry

 

[DinosaurThunder]

I fell down the stairs on hole 17 at Bryant Lake in MN. That was a long and painful tumble. I will never speed down those stairs again.

Oh - and on hole 20 at Blue Ribbon Pines the wind dicked my disc into that nasty creek (if you can call it that) running down the middle of the fairway. While reaching to collect the disc, the edge of creek gave out from under me and I fell in going about waste deep in thick mud. My shoes didn't make it out with me, RIP.

 

[chainedwraith]

Throw Down the Mountain tournament in Brooksville @ the Canyon. 2014 I believe. The longest I've ever taken to complete a disc golf hole.

Last hole. 18. A big 'top of the world' shot from long tee to get down to bottom of canyon, then dog-leg's right and you throw back up top to the green on another side of canyon.

Lefty backhand, released it too high and watched it hyzer around the corner of the canyon walls out of sight but still too high on the right side where its just nothing but sheer canyon cliff wall and trees and razor sharp sawgrass. Although there were spotters all weekend on most holes, I don't recall one being there late in the day as we were finishing our round. We knew it might not be found, so I threw a provisional. Provisional drive flips over, goes way straight and then we lose it out of sight on the left side, but somewhere near the bottom of the canyon so we hike down to the bottom to find all our drives.

I immediately set out to climb the canyon wall to try to find my first drive while the rest of my cardmates look for my provisional shot. Nobody started a clock yet, but I knew I didn't want to cause any hold-up so I I look around for a bit but soon give up on the canyon wall and climb down. EXHAUSTED at this point. I almost fell down and tumbled a good 30 feet off the canyon wall trying to get back down. Meanwhile my cardmates can't even find my provisional that seemed like it would have been out in the open.

A cardmate starts a clock on my provisional disc search but within a minute we finally locate my provisional, about 200ft past where we thought it was and stuck in some thick sawgrass. I'm standing there at my provisional lie getting all cut-up and thinking about what to throw, still trying to recover from all the climbing. I take a quick glance up up to my right on the canyon wall and what do I see? My original drive, stuck up in a tree! no 2-meter rule. Now my original lie is thereby established so no need for provisional with a stroke! I mention this to my cardmates who acknowledge seeing the disc in tree and agree that I can go climb back up and throw from there if I have the strength. I take a deep breath, muster up what energy I had left and climbed all the way up the wall again, taking twice as long this time due to exhaustion. I finally make my way to the tree that my disc was stuck in and I can barely see out due to thick foliage and my legs and arms are shaking and cramping from exhaustion. I've got blood pouring down my forearms and legs due to nasty sawgrass cuts.

I ended up tossing my disc out and down to bottom of canyon just to get back down off the cliff wall. Clearing the canyon wall to green just wasn't happening. I then climb back down, practically sliding down on my ass and when I got down, my legs were so cramped up I fell down and literally couldn't stand up at all and needed a card-mate to help me to my feet. I was physically and mentally done for the day.

I watched a few others throw their next shot and tried to recover during this time. I throw a tomahawk in attempt to get up to the green but I'm too tired and it was short.. OB. Throw again from drop-zone. Same shot... barely make the green. Now its time to climb up the steep path to the green. I was literally using trees to help me climb up that last pathway I was so tired. I'm about halfway up the pathway to the green when someone calls out, "hey man, your disc is still stuck in the tree! You forgot to get it down!" *sigh :wall:

So I get to the green, somehow sink my 20 ft putt for a 6, round is over and I check the time and it took us 25 minutes to complete hole 18. Another guy on the card took an 8 without even going OB. lol It was brutal, and we were a decent card of MA1 players on top of it. We weren't the only card taking a long time to complete it, as we had waited a good 10 minutes before we were able to tee off, but man it seemed like an eternity. I then had the pleasure of going back out to get my disc from the tree but this time I made the hike from the top-side of the canyon wall so not to have to climb AND I had a much needed ice cold beer in my hand to accompany me on the journey.

 

[demon102]

This one time I got bit by a tick, my knees started hurting and I freaked and went to Dr with the quickness thinking I had Lyme disease. Turns out.... I'm just old.