Hello Gang! Just checking in after a week long Longaberger/scrapbooking convention in Piscataway, NJ.
I was quite busy and unable to connect to the DISCussion, but couldn't wait to return a post a story.
While I was upstate, I was contacted by a fellow discer at Rutgers U. who asked me to speak at a conference on the illicit use of gluten in disc golf training (as well as hackey-sacking). I, of course, politely declined, but attended the event incognito.
Fascinating, actually, and quite a spirited debate. Boy, was the Patagonia flying, so to speak.
Anyway, attended a sidebar 'coffee-klatch' rapping session about the development of the modern day game. As I take this as a group of rather astute students of the sport of disc golf, the history of this game is deeply rooted in the ancient sport of discus throwing. As a matter of fact, this is where I got my start back in the day. I am sure that most of you can identify with my past, an idealistic, unwashed beatnik with a mind to save the world, and a stench to blow it apart.
I have had some of my old photos digitized and included one of my favorites from the 'good old days', long before the infilitration of the socially bankrupt invasion of the dot com generation, which ironically allows me the guilty pleasure of communicating with my breathren. Anyway, I digress. Thanks to all, it's great to be home.

http://www.sporting-heroes.net/athletics-heroes/displayhero.asp?HeroID=1795

Here's a little more history and a search for a missing person... In the late 70s Otto Bufunto was kicked out of Rutgers, so he migrated to the University of Virginia. He brought his collection of Frizbee pizza pie tins with him. Man, could that guy "toss the biscuit". (my friend Mark coined that phrase.) He could also toss a mean pizza--- with anchovies!

Anyway, Otto also brought the game of "Frizbee golf" with him. He set up an object course on the grounds and he and his Whamo Moonlighter were everywhere. The best hole was in the bottom of Old Cabell Hall where you had to throw it into the window of a wing of the building from an elevated crosswalk and then hit the copy machine at the end of the hall.

Otto used to talk about Harry Merkin all the time. The legendary Merkin taught Otto all his skills. Otto could huck it from the steps of the Rotunda, down the Lawn, and hit the door of Old Cabell Hall about 590 ft away.

Whatever happened to Otto? Do any of you remember him? The last time I saw him his Moonlighter had just gotten stuck 30 ft up when it got impaled on the statue of Thomas Jefferson in front of the Rotunda. That's the only time I ever saw Otto cry...

i can throw a whamo 550 feet. so can mills. :D