Mark let the cat be mine (see deadcat blues pic). Good thing it was frozen although it did have a glint in its eye.
Last year was dessicated dead dog blues, raccoon with distemper, 2 burnt cars, rock crashing alkies, wild man full of gibberish at a tournament (nonplayer, although sometimes hard to tell the difference), crack dealers on 4 wheelers, shaggin wagons, trash and brush dumpers, wild dogs, really crappy restrooms, 2 acres of salt burned grass, and the occassional disc golfer that did not understand I was there for the betterment of the sport and their welfare. Note to self: stop dressing up as the mounted police.
Mr Stiles has always been there, and hopefully always will. Thanks Mark.
Barring all that, all in all, Swope is still the most civilized place to play.