Pros:
Conveniently located and viewed on Route 47 at the Thornewood subdivision in Mahomet, IL. Seldom used by others for disc golf (I have seen people running their unleashed dogs across the course, flying kites on it, and generally horsing around, but disc golf, not so much). Excellent baskets. Mowed regularly (weekly?) keeping it neatly trimmed and attractive. The signage on each hole is the best in the entire area, maybe all of central Illinois, which is a strange irony given the rather ho-hum nature of the course as a whole.
The entire small park is named after Brent Johnson, a 19-year old, from Seymour, IL, who attended Mahomet High School. He drowned in an unfortunate canoe accident on Cedar Lake nearly fifteen years ago now, and this is a memorial park for Brent. It would be appropriate and kind to think about the young man, and the gift of life and good health provided by this memorial park, while playing here.
Cons:
No obstacles, the course appears to be a hodgepodge of concrete tee boxes and yellow baskets thrown onto a mildly undulating field. Hole #7 does have a moderately sized tree that forces a hyzer, and a couple other holes (#9, #3) have trees that, while not factoring into play yet, might someday grow to be challenging if not hit by lightning in the meantime. No trash cans, picnic tables, chairs. Dogs, dogs, dogs!
Other Thoughts:
Hole #3 runs along a cat-tail ditch on the right. I drove with a putter and, thanks to an errant throw, lost a black Discraft Magnet in the 15 foot wide marshy ditch, perhaps the only fellow ever to lose a disc at Brent Johnson Park. There are some woods along holes #4 and #5 that might eat a disc, too, but none of this would be a factor if one plays toward the center of the field.
The hole that is too close to a house mentioned in other reviews, hole #5, now features an obstacle other than the backyard fence that is, literally, only 20 feet beyond the basket: a full-grown and quite loud chocolate Labrador. It is disarming to attempt that ace on this rather short hole knowing that your disc, should it go long, will be devoured by a beast that looks to enjoy high-end molded plastic as much as Cookie Monster enjoys Oreos. Were the dog quiet, I might not even mention him, but, given that he barks and dashes along the fence with enthusiastic leaps that will have you believing that it's only because of your nervous smile that he doesn't clear the thing altogether and wind up on your chest, I figured I'd mention it. That you can smell his Alpo breath while attempting to sink that easy putt for a deuce, even a man with cool water in his veins will get the yippes from this disobedient mutt. Those players who dislike dogs that weigh as much as they do might avoid the hole altogether, which I'm sure is the main objective of the homeowner, given the surly nature of his rather unattractive "pet".
Update: at least three other homes along the "back side" of this course now have dogs, one of which sports not one, but two, large chocolate Labradors that bark as though you had just walked up to their fence with a backpack full of raw steaks. Beware!
This is a superb course for practice. As there are few players ever on it, one could choose a hole or two and play them repeatedly to try discs or techniques. For instance, holes #6 and #7 run parallel, and would serve well for repeated out and backs.
All in all, a solid, small course for pitch and putt (and one long and flat open driver on hole #8). Of course, for those that know how great a nine-holer like PJ Irvin in Bloomington can be, this course will disappoint for actual competition. It is what it is, and that said, I'm a big fan of adapting one's game to the course they're presented with. Play it with only a putter (and try not to chuck it into the cat-tails like the last guy to use a putter). Play exclusively forehands. Use only the forgotten discs in your collection, only discs that you wish you never spent money on. Play it on the windiest days with your lightest discs, or in the rain with your slickest plastic. Play it without your sunglasses, on the brightest afternoon, after staring at the sun so that your fully-constricted pupils simulate a narrow approach to the basket. Play it after a snowfall in your cross-country skis. Play it in a rented tuxedo an hour before your best friend weds your ex-wife so that he can buy premium plastic discs with your alimony money. Well, you get the drift.
Each practice variant will improve your game, and each will make even the most pedestrian course pure fun. Enjoy!