#disc golf....? like frisbee golf....?

[theygotlost]

i still dont know what the daylist feature is or how it works or why

[groenendaze]

the unfortunate consequence of being obsessed with throwing plastic is that i cannot give myself a day off. i always want to throw a frisbee. it does not matter if the dog is there or not. i just want to Throw

[buckybarneshasmyheart]

disc golf lets gooooooooo it’s so funny that Jo one knows what it is, yet it’s like a fundamental part of my life

If you could make a "sports" anime about any less popular game/sport/competition you want, which would you choose?

board game, card game, playground game, sport, whatever. if you could have an anime meticulously describe the rules and play of any game while making it look incredibly cool, which would you choose?

My brother and I always talk about how much we want a disc golf anime.

[afeelgoodblog]

Best News of Last Week - July 3, 2023

🐕 - This dog is 'disc'-overing hidden treasures! Get ready for the 'paws'-itively successful fundraiser, Daisy's Discs!

1. Most unionized US rail workers now have new sick leave

More than 60% of U.S. unionized railroad workers at major railroads are now covered by new sick leave agreements, a trade group said Monday.

Last year railroads came under fire for not agreeing to paid sick leave during labor negotiations.

2. Missing teen found after being lost in the wilderness for 50 hours

Esther Wang, 16, had been hiking with three other people through the Maple Ridge park on Tuesday.

The group made it to Steve’s lookout around 2:45 p.m. that day.However, when they headed back down to the campsite, after about 15 minutes of hiking, the group leader realized Wang was missing. They returned to the lookout to look for Wang but couldn’t find her. The leader headed to the trail entrance to notify a park ranger and police.

“Esther Wang has been located. She’s healthy, she is happy and she’s with family.”

3. A dog has retrieved 155 discs from woods. They’ll be on sale soon, with proceeds going to the park in West Virginia where they were found

Meet Daisy, the yellow Labrador retriever with a unique talent for finding lost Frisbee golf discs at Grand Vue Park in West Virginia. Four years ago, while on a walk with her owner Kelly Mason, Daisy discovered a disc in the woods and proudly brought it back. Since then, Daisy's obsession with finding stray discs has grown, and she has collected an impressive cache of 155 discs.

Mason and park officials have now come up with a plan to return the discs to their owners if they are labeled, and any unclaimed discs will be sold as a fundraiser to support the park's disc golf courses. Daisy's Discs is expected to be a success, with many excited about the possibility of recovering their lost discs thanks to Daisy's remarkable skills.

4. Australian earless dragon last seen in 1969 rediscovered in secret location

A tiny earless dragon feared to be extinct in the wild has been sighted for the first time in more than 50 years �� at a location that is being kept secret to help preservation efforts.

The Victorian grassland earless dragon, Tympanocryptis pinguicolla, has now been rediscovered in the state, according to a joint statement issued by the Victorian and federal Labor governments on Sunday.

5. Detroit is going to power 100% of its municipal buildings with solar

All of Detroit’s municipal buildings are going to be powered by neighborhood solar as part of the city’s efforts to combat climate change – check out the city’s cool grassroots plan. Meet Detroit Rock Solar City.

The city has determined that it’s going to need around 250 acres of solar panels in order to achieve 100% solar power for its municipal buildings.

6. Canada Officially Bans Cosmetic Testing on Animals

The fight for cruelty-free beauty in Canada has seen a significant breakthrough as the Canadian government legislates a full ban on cosmetic animal testing and trade, marking a victory for Animal rights advocates and eco-conscious consumers.

This landmark decision is part of the Budget Implementation Act (Bill C-47), not only prohibiting cosmetic animal testing but also putting an end to the sale of cosmetics that use new animal testing data for safety substantiation.

7. Belize certified malaria-free by WHO

The World Health Organization (WHO) has certified Belize as malaria-free, following the country’s over 70 years of continued efforts to stamp out the disease.

“WHO congratulates the people and government of Belize and their network of global and local partners for this achievement”, said Dr Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus, WHO Director-General. “Belize is another example of how, with the right tools and the right approach, we can dream of a malaria-free future.”

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[copperbadge]

Sam. I have it: the national game of the ASK. Frisbee bocce…. Or Frisbocce.

I mean, weed IS legal there...:D

I don't know a ton about bocce but I think if you structured frisbee like bocce it'd be nearly identical to frisbee golf as it exists now -- maybe you'd throw large discs at small discs instead of at the "goals" you have on a frisbee golf course? It's an intriguing idea.

What I was thinking about was the fact that bow sports are traditional for hunting and fishing, so there's a lot of competitive target archery. But there aren't a whole lot of big wide open spaces in the country and those that are wide open aren't usually super level. You're looking at either hilly terrain or heavy forest (or both). So if we're talking archery for military use, longbows aren't necessarily an advantage because you're generally not able to see the enemy until you're almost on top of each other. Not that the Shivadh did much warring anyway in the past, they favored defensive ambush.

I can see that a culture which developed a knack for accuracy with a bow might want to take that knack into battle, so I was thinking that there is an extremely specialized "Shivadh shortbow" which is designed for insane accuracy at close range -- not much power behind it, but you don't need much power if you know where to hit. So they have this very portable tool that requires some skill to learn, is highly accurate within about thirty feet, but won't put an arrow through a reasonable amount of padding.

Which means that if you put someone in fencing gear and fire shortbows at them, the arrows stick but don't penetrate. Put two teams together and you've basically invented paintball with crossbows. Undoubtedly created by one of the earlier Dukes of Shivadlakia to train youngsters in close combat technique.

I don't know what it's called yet but I'm riffing on something to do with the Royal Hunt or perhaps the Duke's Game or similar. I bet Gerald volunteers as a referee.

[writerseclipse1]

rewarded [joel m.]

inspo: somewhere only we know (keane)

summary: does death look you in the eye before you die? or does life flash your memories in your mind? aka: joel's on death's doorstep; he reminisces your time together

warnings: angst (flashback fluff), canon-typical violence, blood and gore, dialogue follows joel's death scene, vivid descriptions of joel's death, major character death, flashbacks, abby (if u hate her ig), guns, knives, and a golf club as a weapon, crying ellie, cursing, no use of y/n. pls tell me if i missed anything!

word count: 2.7k

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ a/n: am so excited to be back into writing! ik i promised a 505-inspired fic w joel but i couldn't help it!

“Joel Miller.” The sadistic sneer in her voice is what causes him to look up at her, groaning in pain as his leg throbs. He can feel the bullet she lodged into his skin.

“Why don’t you say whatever speech you’ve got rehearsed and get this over with.” He said, annoyance evident in his tone, anger flooded his veins as he stared at her with a look that made it clear he was in no mood to mess around. Neither was Abby and she made that clear, especially when she barked out orders to tourniquet Joel’s leg.

He groaned, eyes shutting tight and tilting his head back. He cursed under his breath, leg pulsing and hurting like a bitch. “God damn it!” He started seeing spots of black in his vision, the figures in the room turning into dull, blurry colors.

His chest heaved, trying to regain control of his breathing and his entire being, seeing Abby flip the handle of her weapon in her hands, his blood ran cold, colder than the metal of the golf club she raised in the air.

Her chuckle was a deep rumble in her chest, the corner of her lip twitching upwards as she murmured. “You don’t get to rush this old man.”

Whack.

“Hey!” The plastic material of the frisbee dug into his palms slightly as he caught it. Jackie, one of the bigger kids in town, inched carefully to Joel and he handed the disc back, but not without a pointed look. “Watch where you’re throwin’ next time.” She uttered out a meek apology, all but running back toward her friends and almost instantly resumed their game.

Snow crunched under his boots as he walked, his feets leaving tracks in the snow. The sound of children laughing and birds chirping filled his ears, a beautiful memory he had come to love. The wind whipped at his face as the chilly air bit his skin but he paid it no mind. Not when she was right there, full of warmth even in just the palm of her hand.

His hand reached out to grasp hers once more as they continued walking, his grip a slight squeeze but if she noticed anything, she said nothing. His eyes were restless, occasionally sneaking a glance to get a glimpse of her, in all her glory. The way her eyes rivaled the stars in the clear night sky, the way she graced passersby with her smile, the way her presence warmed up his heart, the heart he once thought was trapped under all these layers of ice, only to be melted by an unexpected yet welcome gift.

His train of thought derailed once he was pulled back, almost colliding with a child who looked no older than seven. After muttering out an apology and a small ‘I told them to watch it”, his eyes rolled and glared at her playfully when he heard her get engulfed in a fit of giggles that she tried hard to control.

“Think that’s funny, do ya?” He pretended to be offended, turning around to poke her in the ribs and smirking as she let out a squeal.

“Joel!” He laughed as she tried to chase him down the street, his longer legs taking him further and her voice getting distant. It wasn’t until his legs slowed down to a step that she caught up, wrapping an arm around his waist as she saw his somber expression. Following his gaze, you saw Ellie on Dina’s front porch, the two focused on each other. Ellie had her arms wrapped around Dina, her head atop the girl while Dina’s nose brushed the skin of Ellie’s neck, her sniffles being muffled by the material of Ellie’s sweater.

From the corner of his eye, he could see your lips spread out into a grin, closing his eyes with a sigh when he felt your lips brush his cheek, muttering a small “Thank you.”

“For what? You got nothin’ to thank me for, darlin’.” Eyes now on the woman beside him, he noticed your focus stray from the two girls back to him, your walking only slowing down but not stopping.

“For being a lover,” you whispered back, pulling back to look up at him. “Maybe your fighter days are over.”

He shook his head as they passed Ellie and Dina yet his eyes never left her once. “I ain’t stoppin’ my fightin’ days, baby. ‘Cause I fight for you everyday.” His eyes wrinkled at the corners as he smiled when he heard you laugh, not noticing that the attention of the two girls moved to you and him, watching as you walked further away.

Good thing Dina buried her head in Ellie’s shoulder just in time for you to look back and send Ellie a wink, a soft pink hue spreading on her cheeks as yours and Joel’s footfalls started to fade.

Thud, thud, thud.

It was all that echoed in his ears as his heart pounded in his chest, his ribs taking the damage Abby’s boot was inflicting on his body, all while he lay helplessly on the floor. He felt bile crawl up his throat and out his mouth when the girl kicked his stomach. His eyes widened slightly when he realized that it wasn’t bile, but blood.

Abby let out a huff, pacing in front of his body and if Joel could let out a sigh of relief, he would, but it hurt to even breathe. He choked on his own blood, his head lolling to the side as he spat out blood, the red liquid coating his lips and dripping to the floor. She looked at him with a mixture of anger and disgust, the former more evident as she readied her weapon again.

Yet her intentions were the farthest thing from his thoughts, feeling a familiar warmth spread across his body as his mind brought him back to a time of safety, of care, of arms wrapped around him and lips pressed to his skin.

Before he could feel the shattering impact of the metal club, he closed his eyes and thought—

“This is stupid,” he muttered and you only shook your head. The two stood on the front porch, in front of the wooden column on the right. Digging your hand into your pocket, you flipped open your pocket knife and he watched you flip it in your hands. He still remembers the time you first held it in your palm.

There was nothing to your relationship at first, with the exemption of watching each other’s backs during patrols outside the walls. He took the reins during missions and when he first saw it, untouched and sitting pretty in a gardener’s shed they passed by, his first thought was to give it to you to make sure you had a weapon that “didn’t let you shoot your goddamn ass off.”

Never would he expect that the same sharp blade that has sliced a man’s throat and lodged itself in an infected’s chest would be the same blade that would carve your initials on his front porch.

“Come on, Joel, stop being such an old grump,” you pouted, taking his hand and wrapping it around the hilt before your own came up to rest on his. He let out a chuckle when you guided his hand, from the curve of the J to the lines of your own initial. Both of you stepped back slightly to admire your work but he tilted his head at you when he heard you hum.

“Something’s missing,” you murmured, eyes casting downward as you thought. He always admired you when you were deep in the recesses of your mind, how your eyebrows pinched together and how your lips pursed. He fought the urge to kiss your lips until you were giggling against his. “Aha!”

He watched you move forward, your body covering most of the carving as you added a detail. When you stepped back, he couldn’t contain his chuckle. You had added two hearts that sat beside each other, one bigger than the other. Your eyebrows furrowed again, this time not in thought but in mock indignation. “And why are you laughing?”

“Nothin’ honey, it’s cute!” He reasoned but you only huffed, facing the opposite way. He let out an audible scoff but he licked his lips, a mischievous smile taking over his expression. Wrapping his arms around you, he carried you into the house, ignoring your protests and your wriggling motions as he laid you down on the couch, kissing you deeply.

It shut you up for the rest of the afternoon.

“What? Cat got your tongue now?” Abby scoffed, hitting him again and again without abandon. Joel didn’t speak, every inch of his face covered in blood. He felt like he was drowning, swimming in a pool of his own blood with each drop of the weapon.

BANG!

At first he thought it was the club, striking his head hard that his skull cracked open but when he opened his eyes, he saw Ellie, a hand wrapped around her gun tightly as she tried to shoot but to no avail. Pinned down, the girl could only watch as Joel struggled to breathe, his chest rising and falling with every shaky breath.

A man who was certainly younger than him started talking, barking out orders to people in the room but Joel couldn’t hear a single thing with the ringing in his ears and the pounding in his head. But he could guess what it was when Abby snarled down at him, her hands wrapping tightly around the club as she raised it. And just as quickly as it rose, it fell.

“JOEL!

“Joel!” He turned his head, closing his eyes as he tried to gain his composure, breathing in like how he was taught by his momma when he got mad. Slowly in, slowly out. In through the nose, out through the—

“Joel Miller! Don’t you dare walk away from this conversation!” So much for composure.

“And what? Huh? I’ll let you go out there on a stupid horse with a stupid partner Tommy paired you up with and then what? What if you get hurt, what then? What’ll I do? Beat ‘ em up for not keepin’ an eye on you? It wouldn’t be his fault, wouldn’t it? No it wouldn’t, because you,” he pressed his finger against your chest, “Didn’t listen to me!”

“Why are you already assuming I’ll get hurt? Do you think I’m that helpless?” Your jaw ticked and from the corner of his eye, your hand twitched and balled itself into a fist. Everything was going so well for him but he had to hit a bump in the road somewhere. “I asked you a question.” His thoughts were out of order but Joel was a patient man to the right people, he didn’t want to say the wrong thing.

“No! No I don’t but—”

“Then why are you so—”

“Because if something happened to you, I dunno what I’d do with myself!” He yelled and his heart froze when you stepped back, surely taken aback from what he did. He didn’t mean to do that, he didn’t mean to yell.

“I know.” His eyes locked with yours, scanning your expression. He didn’t mean to say that out loud. Seeing the guilt in your unshed tears he sighed, shaking his head. His fists unclenched and he stretched his fingers as he took in a breath, closing his eyes. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the—

Arms snaked around him, like vines creeping around an abandoned brick house that has definitely seen better days, fingers interlocking behind him so that he couldn’t escape. Like I want to leave in the first place, he thought as he felt your cheek fall against his chest and your ear press against his heart.

When Joel would encounter danger and violence, his heart wouldn’t beat like a sinner’s caught in church, fast and swift, no. His heart followed a rhythm. Du dum, du dum, du dum, always steady and strong. It reflects how he is, always biding his time, saving his energy until he’s ready to strike. 

He could practically feel your shoulders slump as you heard his heart beating, steady and strong. Du dum, du dum, du dum.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out and he only realized the tears that dripped like water from a broken faucet; dripping one-by-one yet loud and clear. His body moved on autopilot, arms wrapping around you before he could even clear his head and rubbing his hand up and down your back, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like—”

“I know.” He smothered kisses into your hair and he felt your shoulders lighten and your chest rumble with a sniffle before a chuckle. He could feel your pout through the thin material of his button-up, putting a hand on your cheek and tilting your head up, staring into your soul like it was a window without blinds. “I only want you to be safe. You’re the reason why I wake up in the morning, why I sit on the porch and wave to people I barely give a damn about, why I water the flowers outside our house because you love it when the house looks so lively even from the outside. You’re the reason why I care about the little things. I don’t want you, my reason to come back home, not come back home.”

He felt you sniffle into his chest, nodding as you pulled slightly back. “I get it. I just…”

“Hey, let’s talk about it in the morning, yeah? We got plenty’a time,” he whispered, brushing back a strand of hair wet from your tears, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “We got plenty’a time.”

For the first time in Joel’s life, he lied to you that night. He just didn’t know it yet. 

He was sorry.

He’ll always be sorry.

Even after his dying breath, he knew that sorry can’t reverse his mistakes. That was like trying to put a bandaid on a porcelain plate. He was an idiot.

A Stupid. Fucking. Idiot.

He thought it was safe.

It was winter, it shouldn’t’ve even been there. It should have been freezing in one of the fucking rivers or something.

It was his fault.

All of it.

“Baby?” His breath caught in his throat as he watched your body, his figure as unmoving as you were. He inched closer, crouching down to you, looking away from the infected he killed with its mouth open and brains splattered everywhere. He saw red, maybe it was the blood on his shirt. Whose was it? He didn’t want to know.

“Baby?” His voice echoed, asking again and foolishly enough, he expected an answer. He only saw your eyes staring back at him, distant, unwavering, unmoving.

Gone.

He shook his head and shut his eyes, unwilling to see, unwilling to believe. “Baby? You–you gotta wake up for me, honey. No, no, you can’t—” He choked, covering his mouth with the palm of his hand as his eyes filled with tears. Tears you’ll never get to wipe with the pad of your thumb. He cradled your face gently, like you were still sleeping but with your eyes open, like you didn’t see the infected coming at you and he didn’t see it too, like you were lying in a pool of your own blood, like he was the cause of it.

Like he didn’t know what he was going to do.

His chest was engulfed in wracking sobs, sobs that would make the merciless merciful, sobs that would make the follower the leader, sobs that would make the dead live.

He prayed that was the case. It wasn’t.

And it never will be.

Not even when Ellie cried at his chest, her eyes screwed tight and muttering apologies, recounting old memories, anything to get Joel back, yet even the man knew he himself was already gone. Ellie was wrapped up in her anguish and her pain to notice the distant but hopeful look in Joel’s eyes, shaking his body like it would shock him back to life. But life rewarded the patient, not the vengeful.

Joel had been a patient man all his life and he knew it.

And when he saw you, surrounded by a circle of light and an arm outstretched, he knew he had been rewarded.

[johnschneiderblog]

No guts, no Frisbee

As you enter the picturesque village of Eagle Harbor, at the tip of Michigan's Keweenaw Peninsula, you'll see this claim to fame: "Birthplace of Guts Frisbee."

You may ask yourself, as both Sharon and I did: Who's Guts Frisbee? A fearles football player ...? A Bunyanesque lumberjack ...? A heroic miner ...?

But Guts isn't a who; it's a what. Guts Frisbee is a game.

The story goes that, on July 4, 1958, some townsfolk were tossing around what was then called a "Pluto Platter." Friends joined in. Eventually they formed teams of five players each.

The teams lined up 15 feet apart and fired the Pluto Platter at each other. If a member of the opposing team didn't catch it, the throwing team got a point; 21 points won the game.

Accord to the World Flying Disc Federation (I'm not making that up), guts Frisbee is an actual thing now. Like Frisbee golf.

So now, when you drive into Eagle Harbor, you won't have to wonder.

[sonpat-rides-again]

Why would anyone play golf when you can play disc golf. It's actually fun, better for the environment, and you get cool frisbees like this

[flieslikeamoron]

For the AU game: Semi-ridiculous Sports!AU e.g. pickleball, competitive tag, etc.

My first thought is Steve, Lucas and Max play disc golf at the park. They've been playing for a couple months. Same time, same place. They have a whole group and that's THEIR time and THEIR park. But suddenly they show up at their normal Saturday time and what's this? Eddie, Dustin, Will, Mike and their LARP group have TAKEN OVER the park! Who are these freaks and how do they get rid of them? (This would be an AU where they don't already know each other.)

1) When Steve confronts Eddie, Eddie is very much you don't own the park. We got here first so suck it up buttercup. Which means each week the groups are showing up earlier and earlier to stake their claim, trading off on who gets there first.

2) One week when disc golf gets there first, the LARPers stick around to heckle them. Mostly by chanting insults from Monty Python. "Your mother was a hamster. Your father smelt of elderberries." etc. 

3) In retaliation the disc golfers invade the LARP, taking part in the battle by running around beaning as many people as they can with frisbees.

4) Eddie and Steve meet up for a peace summit when Dustin gets a bloody nose from taking a frisbee to the face.

5) They reach an uneasy detente that includes competitive, one-uppy type make-outs and dick touching that eventually turns into... Wait, I think maybe I actually like you? Are we sort of friends? Are we dating?

Bonus) They are dating. And once a month the two groups meet up for a free for all frisbee battle where they all dress up in elaborate historical costumes and throw frisbees at each other until somebody gets hurt or somebody calls the cops. (One of these people goes on to create the tv show Xena.)

[sharas-bae]

bachelor weekend was really fun, it was great getting to hang out with a mix of guy (singular) i know well, guys i mostly know through dnd (including the groom-to-be, lol), and people i don't know as well (including guy-i-know-well's sister, so i wasn't the only woman in the group in a way that was nice).

we did some fun activities that i was bad at but enjoyed immensely (mini golf, axe throwing), activities that i am quite good at (board games, dnd one-off), and an activity that i totally opted out of (disc golf in the woods. which would've been ok, maybe, but they all play ultimate and actually know how to throw a frisbee so my pathetic attempts were embarrassing instead of just 'ah well' like with the other stuff. but it was in the woods so it was nice to just stroll around and watch them after i gave up on trying, and they all seemed to think i was being a really great sport about it instead of engaging in my ideal way.)

and also, it was really really sweet to hear him talk about his fiancee. the sister in the group asked him his favorite thing about her and he immediately was like 'there's no possible way i can answer that' so she asked for just things he loves about her and he just started waxing on about the ways that she's great, the ways she's great for him, the thoughtful things she does that he wants to learn how to do so he can reciprocate, just. really sweet.

it was also nice to see how he in particular, but also the other guy from the dnd group, have become much more sincere and thoughtful over the years i've known them. in ways that did start before they started dating the women they're with now, but certainly accelerated as those relationships progressed. (non-engaged guy is dating the dm's sister, who is also in our party, who is awesome and sadly only made it to the tail end of the weekend because she was at the bachelorette party)

...and at the same time, it did kinda cement that as much as i like the people in that circle who were actually my friends when i lived here, i don't think they're really My People. the guys who i only vaguely know bc i usually saw them at parties back in the day are Definitely not my type. there's a lot of that vibe of nice-enough, well-meaning straight white men who've never really needed to think about why they believe the things they do or where they fit into the world. nothing out-and-out offensive or dealbreaking, just not my people.

and then later today and tomorrow i'm seeing other friends outside that group, who for as much as i love them are on the kinds of very different paths that i just probably would've drifted very far from them if i'd stayed here. and in the meantime everyone has scattered across the suburbs anyway. (my friend that i'm staying with is trying to buy a house with his wife and prioritizes at least being near the city, but he's also clearly sad about how far apart everyone is now.)

all to say, living here for formative years was fun and i met great people and i wouldn't change it, but coming back to visit also cements that i made the right choice in leaving.

[groenendaze]

@seagulley tagging since you also asked a similar question!

The answer is yes! I have "required competition frisbees" and "everyday/generic competition frisbees". Generally in competitions that don't have dog disc requirements (like UpDog or UFO or Toss & Fetch), I'll throw SuperSonics (smaller distance discs & my favorite discs to throw) or I'll throw SuperHeroes (pretty generic durable disc). I have a preference for Hero discs but I also enjoy the few Discovering the World discs that I've thrown. Once a disc is used in competition, depending on how beat up it is, I'll either use it a bit more in another competition or retire it to my practice disc collection. Even in events that don’t require a specific dog disc, like UpDog, they still have different disc amounts per game that range anywhere from 1 (frizgility) to unlimited (Far Out but you’ll only throw four max) and can vary in between (some games are four, some are 8). Nettle used to be pretty bad about having a color specific favorite so I’d get groups of 8 in the same color.

Some disc competitions require specific discs to play. Skyhoundz will only allow Hyperflite discs and there are separate divisions in Xtreme Distance (one of Skyhoundz's three series). To separate that even further, each division in that series has a different disc that I'll throw. That's probably about 10-15 discs for a single competition not including the ones that I'll need to practice with since I very rarely throw Hyperflite outside of a Skyhoundz competition.

The Quadruped is another distance competition that requires light plastic. the Quad's rules is "fastback design but less than 110 grams" which includes a fair amount of discs (Hero Airs & Xtras, Discovering the World fastbacks, and a couple others). I usually throw Airs in that competition. However, because it's both light plastic (low durability) & distance (need discs that don't have holes in them for the disc to fly farther), it means that I really only get to use a disc once before Nettle absolutely obliterates it. In a single quad day, if you make it to the finals, you would need around 18 discs because you'll throw 18 times. So I'll always have at least 18 brand new Hero Airs for that competition alone.

i don’t think we have enough frisbees

[creativeeventideas]

Boosting Team Cohesion with Fun Corporate Picnic Games & Ideas!

For the last three decades, I have been producing the most socially-dynamic, interactive corporate picnics on the planet, and the one thing that always comes standard in my book is field day games for team-building fun!

There's not a single corporate picnic quote that goes out without this ONE entertainment line item because it's the staple that puts the whole event together; creating strong team bonds and connections effortlessly.

So what makes field day games THE best game ideas for corporate picnics?

Field day games compel a group of employees to cohesively work together for a common goal and of course, friendly bragging rights among peers.

Fun-Filled Corporate Picnic Games: Our Top Picks!

When we do a corporate picnic we bring enough field games for us to run the games for about 2.5 - 3 hours, this is a good amount of time for these activities without it getting repetitive or boring at your event.

This series of entertaining corporate picnic competitions improve teamwork, problem-solving, communication, and other skills by developing an atmosphere where employees can interact freely with each other.

3-Legged Race

This is one I think we all know and remember for those school field days. Participants run together with the left leg of one person strapped or tied to the right leg of another person.

Balloon Toss

Split the participants into two teams and form two straight lines with the teammates facing each other. Teams will need to be an even amount of players for this activity to work. A player on one side must toss their balloon to their teammate on the other side without breaking it. If the balloon breaks the two players must step out of the game and leave the remaining people. This is repeated until there is only a pair of participants left.

Frisbee Golf

Frisbee golf, also known as disc golf, is a recreational sport that combines elements of traditional golf with the concept of throwing a flying disc (frisbee) into a series of targets, typically metal baskets with hanging chains, in as few throws as possible. For your corporate picnic field games, you really only need two of these targets depending on the number of teams you have. The players on each team take turns throwing their discs toward the target. If they miss, they're out. The team with the most players to hit the target at the end of the set wins the competition.

Hula Hoop Contest

A hula hoop contest is a fun and entertaining game where employees compete to see who can hula hoop the longest without dropping their hoop. You can either decide on a time frame, 1 or 2 minutes or play to the death, to see who can go the longest without a time frame. The participants that lose control and drop their hoops must step out of the game leaving only the ones who are still going. The last remaining hooper wins. If it's a timed game, you can keep repeating until the last hooper is standing.

Horseshoe Toss

Horseshoe toss, also known as horseshoe pitching, is a field game that involves players taking turns trying to throw horseshoes around a stake in the ground. Points are scored based on the closeness of the horseshoe to the stake. The team player with the horseshoe closest to the stake (or with ringers) scores points for that round. The first team to reach the predetermined point goal (e.g., 21) is declared the winner.

Football Toss

Football toss is a field day game where participants throw a football at a target to score points. Participants will aim to throw the football through a target, like a hole in a board, to score points. The team that scores the most points wins the challenge.

Potato Sack Races

In this game, participants hop inside large, durable sacks (often resembling potato sacks) and compete by racing against each other to reach a designated finish line. Participants must remain inside their sacks at all times during the race. For team building, the race will be done in multiple rounds, with winners from each round advancing to a final round or championship race.

Ring Toss

Ring toss is a classic picnic game where players attempt to toss rings onto a target in an effort to encircle an object with the rings. Ring toss is a game of skill and accuracy and will require your employees and their staff to work together on their technique, spacial distance, and aim.

Relay Races

Picnic relay races are a fun and engaging way to add some excitement and physical activity to your picnic or outdoor gathering. They involve teams or individuals competing against each other in a series of relay-style challenges. These races can be adapted with different elements to make it more fun and exciting.

Sharp Shooter

Split the participants into two teams and form two straight lines with the teammates facing each other. One side will be given water guns and the other side a target of some sort to stop the water. The side with the target will also be given a bucket beneath them in order to redirect the water being shot at them into the bucket to fill it first. The players to fill their bucket to the line wins the challenge.

Magic Carpet Ride

A magic carpet ride refers to the fantastical experience of gliding on a potato sack or tarp across the field on a magical carpet. Participants line up at the starting line with their partners on the magic carpet. When the whistle blows, the race begins and the participants must do their best to give their teammates a magic carpet ride to the other side of the field without them falling off. If your teammate falls off, you're out. The game is repeated til there is only one set of team players remaining.

Tug-O-War

Tug of war is a test of physical strength and requires teamwork, strategy, and coordination among team members. Divide the players into two teams if you haven't already. Each team holds a specific end of the rope. The players usually stand side by side, with their feet braced and their bodies leaning back, using their combined strength to pull the rope. The team that successfully pulls the other team across the center line wins. Tug of War can be played in multiple rounds or as part of a larger team-building competition.

Get Your Game On: Leading the Fun at the Corporate Picnic

The most important thing you can do for your corporate picnic games is get the right game leader! A game leader that can engage and entertain a crowd is pure gold to your event entertainment because they increase participation and create a positive, memorable experience out of what would have just normally been outdoor field day games.

Anyone can grab a list of games and supplies off the internet and bring them to a corporate picnic and hope to have a fun-filled day of team bonding. It's really not that simple. You need an icebreaker. You need a comedic, spontaneous person to bring the games to life in order to develop the right atmosphere for the employees and their guests to feel comfortable joining in and letting go of their reservations.

The games at a corporate picnic should be exciting and fun for the participants and the spectators.

Rock Your Corporate Picnic with Audio & Stage Support!

Audio Support

The game leader is going to need to be loud in order to grab the attention of not just the participants but also the spectators (because you want to engage the entire crowd at the picnic, not just those playing the games).

There's the option to use a wireless mic and speaker set up OR for super small picnics, you could use a megaphone like a coach on the sidelines.

Presentation Stage

A small, mini-stage rental can add so much value to your corporate games because it allows you to have a place where the game leader can be above the crowd to give game instructions and do other announcements, and be seen in clear view.

Corporate Picnic Game Prizes: Rewarding Fun and Teamwork

One MEGA HUGE incentive to get a crowd to participate in the corporate picnic games is when you see there are prizes to be had.

Whenever I do a corporate picnic game package, I always include small prizes and a prize redemption table in clear view of the crowd. These small prizes (or big if you choose) will be of major value to the people at the picnic.

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my dad really likes rap and hip hop but he seems to be against listening to anything that sounds like it was made post the year 2000. he was dad-hyperfixated on the wu tang clan for ages. his new thing is frisbee golf but he still has a wu tang clan themed disc

[suffer-for-supper]

Adrenaline is a brand trademark for a chemical known as epinephrine. Some people also refer to norepinephrine as noradrenaline.

And Allen wrench is also known as a hex key.

A Band-Aid is also known as an adhesive bandage.

Bubble wrap is ironically exactly what it sounds like. As is sealed air. To call it anything else would be strange. To be completely candid I am not sure how they got trademark protection for that in the first place.

Chapstick is lip balm that is in the form of a glue stick. That is essentially all it is.

A frisbee is a flying disc if I recall correctly.

Google would be web search. As the verb.

A hula hoop would simply be a hoop.

Jacuzzi is a hot tub or a sauna depending on who you ask. It is not the traditional sauna. Some people just call it a sauna for some reason.

Jello is a mixture of gelatin and pectin as well as flavoring and dye. Sugar as well. Gelatine dessert.

I don't even know what the other word for jet ski is.

Kleenex is either a facial tissue or bathroom tissue.

A lava lamp is a lava lamp. Ain't no Way around that.

Ping pong is also known as table tennis.

Play-Doh maybe salt dough but I am not entirely sure. I believe it is something slightly different.

Plexiglass is clear acrylic sheet.

A popsicle is a frozen ice pop.

A post-it note is a sticky note.

Putt-Putt is mini golf.

Q-tips are cotton swabs.

Realtors are real estate agents.

Rollerblade is likely to be called something like tandem roller skate. That is because the wheels on a rollerblade are all in tandem as opposed to two rows of two.

Scotch tape is adhesive tape.

Sharpie is a felt-tip permanent alcohol marker.

Styrofoam is expanded polystyrene. Polystyrene is a plastic. Styrofoam is mostly air.

Super glue is known as CA glue or cyanoacrylate. Competitors include krazy glue and loctite.

Tupperware is beyond me. I don't know what else to call it.

Velcro is a hook and loop closure.

Please add to this anything I've missed

no idea where i was going with this but i abandoned it at the most disconcerting moment possible

[water-mellie-seeds]

29 cause, ive not watched for too long, and 39 for fun, and whimsy and joys

29: I have a very obvious bias for non live action movies perhaps.. coraline, steven universe the movie(i wont apologize) rat movie 1&2(yes the jerma ones), wreck it ralph, , literally every studio ghibli film, promare, the lego batman movie, the list goes on

39: im not a sports guy at all which is probably SO unsurprising but i do frolf(disc/frisbee golf) and i like volleyball and badminton! I wouldn't be interested in watching any games really, though. Also despite being Canadian i find it impossible to care about hockey which is a bit funny maybe,