Before moving to Michigan, I had never heard of Disc Golf, and yet somehow I logically knew it should exist. I grew up in Arizona, so I never played outside much due to the scorching heat. The closest I got to playing any organized team sports was taking tennis for high school PE classes and participating in casual doubles tournaments. When I finally did move to Michigan, I learned about disc golf from my step-dad Dave. One day he showed up at home with a pair of frisbees and said he just played at a local course. I had to know more, so I asked him the next time he went to take me.
The first time I went disc golfing (I don’t even really know if you can call it disc golf when all you have are frisbees) I was rather underwhelmed. Dave was using a large yellow frisbee and I had a smaller blue one. It was a rather breezy day so every throw was unpredictable. The park we played at was long and narrow with houses guarded by a 10 foot chain-link fence to the East and a 10-12 foot brick wall to the west. Every throw we made traveled 50 feet at best. The discs would catch every breeze and sail well off course. We only finished the first six holes before deciding to call it quits. Exhausted from chasing our frisbees all over, Dave and I headed back to the car.
On our way back to the car, Dave and I saw what appeared to be a pro disc golfer. He set his cooler sized bag of discs down on the first tee, pulled out a disc, and, after a brief warm up, let it sail. Dave and I watched it fly through the air amazed and suddenly I realized what I needed to do. After work one day, I stopped by a sporting goods store and found a disc 3-pack with two drivers and a putter. That same day, Dave had stopped by Play-It-Again sports and grabbed a driver and putter of his own to use. We were so excited to try out our new discs.
After a couple days of building excitement over our new toys, we had another chance to play at our local course. Dave and I drove down to the park and this time played our first real game of disc golf. He and I went on to play a few of the other courses in the area and enjoyed playing in the changing seasons. A few years later, Dave was taken by cancer but I still play. I’ve since introduced others to the game as well. I can’t help but say thank you to the man who introduced me to the game I love to play.