What Are The Chances?

I don't think that I've said anything on my blog about disc golf, but it's something that I really enjoy--even though I've watched all of my friends get better while I still stink.

Just in case you don't understand the concept of "disc golf" I'll explain it. It's quite simple. Instead of paying a lot of money to hit golf balls with really expensive clubs into little holes in the finely manicured grass, you pay nothing (usually) to throw special discs into "pole holes" placed around a big field or wooded area. The discs used to play are often very thin so they can slice through the air faster and longer (similar to and yet not at all like a "Frisbee"). This is important to remember when I get to the story below.

Anyway, I was out for a round at Sahm the other day and saw something that was so freaking improbable that I had to share it. The group playing behind us indicated that they were going to throw so we made sure to pay attention as they were heading right in our general direction. Getting hit with a fast moving disc can be quite painful.

I stood under a giant ash tree and watched while one of the guys let loose with a disc that managed to lodge itself into a broken-off, dead tree branch parallel to the ground but at least 40 feet up. It actually split through the end of the branch like a wood splitter. So, I ask, "What are the chances of this happening?" You could try to do this and NEVER do it in a million tries...two million tries--that's my guess. We managed to see the twosome later on and I think it took them about a half hour to throw something up heavy enough to knock down the disc. Of course, I had my cell phone camera handy to snap a shot...