We call this the "thicket hole." It can't be more than 200 ft. but as you can see, there's no evident fairway, and just beyond the trees, there's a field of prickley little bushes. If you're lucky, your disc can navigate around all the negativity. But, more often than not, you clock a tree, or your disc lands right in the middle of the thuckin fickets.
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Is this the hole where that one disc mysteriously disapeared? (I know, that seems to have happened on every hole.)
I think a few discs have mysteriously flew off in a blaze of glory. If you're referring to Eric's disc, then yes.
"My duckin'Fisc landed in the thuckin' fickets again! Hit-shead!"
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