Back in the day when I was just a young whippersnapper, we didn't have disc golf! We had to throw World Class Disc at each other. Thats the way it was, & we liked it!
Dad used to come home from work and beat us like a rug. We got beat as children but we don't get to do any beating when we have children.
If there is a spot for a aged, wheezing, weak armed, half blind almost 50 year old golfer with no depth perception, there is nothing more that I would like to do than take some of these young whippersnappers to the woodshed and showing them the business end of a driver.