Mar 14 2005, 10:23 PM
Howdy y’all, my name’s Ken. Some people call me “Kenny”, or “Ken Billy”, or my mamma calls me “Ken Billy Bob” when she gets real mad and gets to hollerin’. Anyways, y’all have a real weird sport of disc golf or frisbee golf or whatever you call it that I got to likin’ this past weekend.
I was out huntin’ squirrels with my 30 aught 6 (I hunt ‘em fer the meat – not the sport of it) and I came across one of them crazy “disc-golf” courses and thought I oughtta have a looky. Just as I was a gonna check out one of them baskets I saw some yankee’s come a walking down the trail. They looked at me, then they looked at my rifle and ran off into the woods screaming something about, “I don’t wanna squeal like a pig!” Now let’s get something straight here you durn yankee’s, just ‘cause you saw “Deliverance” a few years ago don’t mean all of us southern boys are like that. I’m a warm-blooded MAN and I love my southern belles – especially when she say’s, “Oh, I’m kinda drunk now.” (You-know, that’s kinda like a matin’ call.) Although, I have to admit it’s real easy to scare the crap outta you yankees since that movie “Deliverance” came out.
Well, just after them silly boys ran off into the woods a hollerin’ like little school girls I took a walk ‘round the course and found one of them discs. It was kinda clear like with a bit of purple and says, “2005 USDGC” and some other stuff on it. I started tossin’ it around and thought that was kinda fun. I stood on one of them pads of concrete and threw it like a frisbee and it only took me about 4 or 5 throws to get to the basket. I gotta say I enjoyed myself. I gonna have to get me some more discs cause I gave that one I found to my dawg Birmingham fer playin’ fetch. He’s got that thing all chewed up already. One of them drive-through liqueor stores sells them discs here in town. I’ll be back...
-Ken Billy
I was out huntin’ squirrels with my 30 aught 6 (I hunt ‘em fer the meat – not the sport of it) and I came across one of them crazy “disc-golf” courses and thought I oughtta have a looky. Just as I was a gonna check out one of them baskets I saw some yankee’s come a walking down the trail. They looked at me, then they looked at my rifle and ran off into the woods screaming something about, “I don’t wanna squeal like a pig!” Now let’s get something straight here you durn yankee’s, just ‘cause you saw “Deliverance” a few years ago don’t mean all of us southern boys are like that. I’m a warm-blooded MAN and I love my southern belles – especially when she say’s, “Oh, I’m kinda drunk now.” (You-know, that’s kinda like a matin’ call.) Although, I have to admit it’s real easy to scare the crap outta you yankees since that movie “Deliverance” came out.
Well, just after them silly boys ran off into the woods a hollerin’ like little school girls I took a walk ‘round the course and found one of them discs. It was kinda clear like with a bit of purple and says, “2005 USDGC” and some other stuff on it. I started tossin’ it around and thought that was kinda fun. I stood on one of them pads of concrete and threw it like a frisbee and it only took me about 4 or 5 throws to get to the basket. I gotta say I enjoyed myself. I gonna have to get me some more discs cause I gave that one I found to my dawg Birmingham fer playin’ fetch. He’s got that thing all chewed up already. One of them drive-through liqueor stores sells them discs here in town. I’ll be back...
-Ken Billy