Lately we have been doing quite a bit of Disc Golf or if any of you are located in Missoula, Montana: folf. I played quite a bit while growing up in Missoula. Friends and I would hit the unmarked course at Pattee Canyon, or drive up to Blue Mountain where there was an official course. Recently my husband got into it and we found some friends that do it here. It quickly became a family activity.
We enjoy going out with the kids, but not getting hit with the discs. We are trying to teach them to shout four, and in turn listen for the shout. So far the results have been hit and miss... no pun intended.
Number one has quite an arm, but no aiming ability. Duck and cover is generally the best with her. She tends to "forget" to shout out to whomever is in her path.
Number two has his mom's backward arm. He throws side style, and can do quite well. That said, your ankles are never safe with him behind you. The extra skip and roll will chase you down!
Number three is a bit too girly to really enjoy this activity. She spends most of her time picking flowers.
Number four has his own baby size disc that comes flying out of the stroller on occasion. His usual victim is number three. This leads to shrieks of laughter on his end and shrieks of dramatized pain on her end. Doesn't this seem like a fun outing?
Once in a while somebody gets really nailed with the disc... usually when they are not paying attention and walk in the way. They are getting better about paying attention. Learning the hard way isn't always a bad thing. Sometimes it makes them learn faster... mom and dad too.
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