Thanks, Kent. As I was saying on the next pad, it was all about the thinking involved. I walked down the fairway thinking that I might have a look and if I did I was going to hit a big putt. Walked up to my lie and saw my line and crashed it right through the limbs into the bucket. Once it left my hand, I knew it was in - even before it went through the crap. Those shots are why I play disc golf still. You know they're in your bag. You just have to keep pulling 'em out.
Oh... and Jamie has been getting birdies on that hole like it is designed for her throw so I had to hit it.