Disc golf practice basket

Disc golf practice basket

Even though I have other more pressing welding projects , I’ve been toying with the idea of creating a practice basket for my back yard. Sure, I could buy a freestanding practice unit, but we have a relatively small back yard, so it wouldn’t really be used to its fullest potential. Not to mention, I couldn’t find one for less than $150, and as enjoyable as I find the game, I’m not willing to invest that kind of coin in it. So, tapping into my newfound welding obsession, I decided to build my own basket. Building it myself meant that I could modify it in such way that it could be hung on the wall in our back yard, as opposed to being on a stand. Not only does this give me the most flexibility as far as maximizing potential throwing distance, but it keeps it up and away from the dogs, who are constantly running around back there. Using some extra metal that I had in the garage, I fired up the little Millermatic 135 that I picked up off Craigslist a few weeks earlier, and went to work. Luckily, already had a length of chain that would be perfect for the project, so all I had to was put the pieces together. By the end of the weekend, I had a rough working version of the basket installed on the back wall: After tweaking the frame a little bit, the time came for final prep work and paint, and now it’s there any time I want to practice at home. Also on Relatively Average: State of Arizona Wall...
Whatever you do, don’t call it Frisbee Golf

Whatever you do, don’t call it Frisbee Golf

Back in late 2012, a friend at the office invited me to play a round of disc golf with him over lunch. Having never played on an actual course before, or with “official” disc golf discs ­(Frisbees aimed at light poles in college doesn’t count)­ after a little research about the game I ran out to a used sporting good store and put together a cheap set: one driver, one mid-range, and one putter. All looked to have served at one time as dog toys or targets on a shooting range, but they were all reasonably round and flew straight with no small amount of effort. The course near our office occupies a rocky, dusty little stretch of forgotten land between a canal inlet and a tall razor ribbon-topped fence around a municipal golf course, and is home to piles of trash, various desert reptiles, the occasional hobo, and jackrabbits the size of bicycles; in other words, perfectly appropriate for a newbie to the game such as myself. The piles of discarded building materials and cacti certainly aren’t going ruin my discount-bin discs, and the way the hills glisten in the sun thanks to the coating of broken glass is quite pretty, provided you’re wearing closed-toe shoes. The details of that first outing are lost to me now, and although I’m sure it was a mixture of sweat, dust, cursing, and blood, it didn’t matter – I was hooked. Starved for just about any low-impact outdoor activity (not because I’m injured but because I’m lazy), we played at least once a week until the brutal Phoenix summer sun sent us...