I was throwing some discs from a tee pad which was outside on a grassy area that was like a typical city park.  It was daytime, and there were some other people around.  In my mind I was thinking about throwing a ‘drive’ shot down this long grassy section that was like a course fairway; it was about as wide as a typical front lawn, but rather long, probably a couple city blocks. So I did the runup, and the disc flew out of my hand on a pretty steep hyzer (for right-hand-backhand, tilted left-side down), quite high (nose-up), and it was pulled (late release) to the right.  The area out to the right side was over a fence and had a lot of trees, like an orchard, so my initial concern was that I would lose the disc.  Fortunately, however, the disc had enough air under it, enough hyzer, and enough right-to-left crosswind that it brought the disc back into the fairway.  It landed basically in the middle of the fairway, ultimately not having gone too far on the vertical axis since it had done so much horizontal travel.

I went and picked it up, and brought it back to the tee box.  I noticed in the fairway near the disc was a stack of discs that were stuck together, more resembling a dozen or so lids to plastic food containers.  Whereas the first disc I threw was red, the one I took back was basically colorless and clear.  So I got back to the tee pad and decided to throw the disc in the opposite direction.  This time I threw more of a flat (level nose-angle)  turnover shot (right-side down), so I had no expectation that the disc would fight back to straight or finish with a fade back to the middle.  But interestingly enough, the disc flew across the street to the right, which was in front of a school building, and it then clipped some tree branches.  That redirected its flight, which caused it to completely turn around and come all the way back, landing about 15 feet in front of the tee box.  A pretty lady who was walking through the park (resembling the photo of a particular follower on this blog (-: ) seemed to take interest in me as I went to pick up the disc. Seizing the opportunity for an exchange, I expressed my surprise for what had just happened, saying that it was the first time I had thrown a disc which came all the way back like that.  She seemed to reply with acknowledgement that it was indeed, quite a remarkable flight path.  Then I considered throwing another shot, but it suddenly was more crowded around the tee box area.  Kids, parents, perhaps grandparents as well, were all around.  It just didn’t seem feasible or optimal to attempt a throw as the crowd was in the way and doing their own thing.

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