
Avast, ye maties, tis high time for another drunken round! Of disc golf that is. The monsoons have hit in full force, leaving the northern AZ terrain a very lush, green, peacuful kind of beauty that makes you want to mindlessly trudge through it, throwing plastic discs in all directions while swashing cheap beer down your throat that has been shaken up in your bag from hiking! For those of you that have witnessed this first hand, you know that I speak of the heralded frisbee-golf experience which will fully captivate you and your soul if you so desire. A bit over-dramatic? Possibly. Any truth to my blaring opinion of "God's Past-time?" You bet yer scurvy bottom, mate! So bring yer rum, women, and all the game yer squandering ass can conjure up and lets make a day of it laddie! For yer playing a man's game now! Editor's note: isn't it amazing how an overdose of caffeine can be completely evident in one's writing? TAKE A VASE OF ACTION, MATIE!!