Jenny Cook’s course directory and map to help her become a better golfer.
(Note: The following is a personal account by Jenny Cook on her climb in disc golf as a female player. Enjoy!)
It all started with a snowman.
Not the kind made from snow, but the kind that can creep up on a scorecard as an 8.
Hole No. 2 punished me with a 7.
Hole No. 3 — another snowman.
From hole No. 4 on, I probably didn’t see a score on a hole better than a 6. It was frustrating how every shot I threw only went 150 feet and raced straight to the ground. Hard.
After that hot summer day of playing disc golf in Rockford, Illinois, I only played a handful of other times, most often in the streets of my college town for a round of object golf. Other than that, I wasn’t sold.
Jenny has used dedication to improve over the years.
One year passed.
The summer of 2005 brought many changes to my life including a new commute to and from my new job. Along that route I discovered a much less intimidating disc golf course — a little “9 hole-r.” I stopped to admire the oak trees with metal baskets peppered throughout the property. It was beautiful, convenient, and reminded me of why people called me the outdoorsy type.
“I should be out there,” I thought. “No, I belong out there.”
Soon after my mini revelation, I decided to buy a few discs from the local mart, swallow my pride, and hit the course.
Even if it was going to hurt, I was going to give this disc golf thing another try.
I picked it up again on that same 9-hole course. Hole No. 1, started with a 4. Not bad, I thought. But as I looked around at all of the other people playing, I concluded that my 4 was a disgrace on this 235-foot hole.
I’m not going to lie, I was intimidated at first. Not just because I was terrible, but because I didn’t see another female disc golfer. I weighed my options — miss out on something that could change my life, or sit in the corner worrying about what all these guys thought of the “only girl out there playing.”
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