Folf it Up

I had a debate a few years ago with some friends about what this game was called.  They were convinced it was referred to as Frolf.  Notice the "r" that makes the word hard to say.  I told them they were wrong, this game is called Folf.  That obviously sounds much better, and that's what they called it on the world famous Blue Mountain Folf Course in Missoula, Montana.  We're not in Montana anymore, but this definitely brought back some good memories of playing this game with friends, losing discs and being literally eaten alive by mosquitoes.  Paul and I went to this course in Ingleside, Texas weeks ago and were again attacked by those winged demons and stabbed to death by the world's most annoying prickly seed death devices.  You couldn't walk more than a few feet without slapping off a dozen of those worthless insects and getting those spiked seed things stuck in your socks and shoes.  And let me tell you, if you try to take those prickles off with your fingers, you will end up in tears.  So needless to say, it was SO MUCH FUN!! But for some reason, we decided to try it again in December.  Thankfully, mosquitoes die painfully slow deaths in the cold, so they were gone, and only the dog was annoyed by the prickly seeds this time.  Here's the fun we had:   

Folf Champion Paul

There he is in action!

Even the smaller sons got in on the action

Staying warm, though the sun made for a beautiful day

The last basket, and a successful day on the course!

Watch out! He's got a stick!

The oaks made the course a pretty nice walk, though their twisting branches enjoyed knocking my folf disc to the ground on every hole.  Everyone had a good time, so we'll have to be sure to go back before the winter goes away and before another onslaught of mosquitoes hits the coast.