I should be covered in a poison ivy hives right about now. The last time I tossed disc golf, two weeks ago, I spent a third of the day wading waist deep in mud & thick poison ivy.  Now I’ve had poison ivy so bad I had to literally…BE…the itch just to keep from poppin a cap in my azz to end the despair, …so I know I’m sensitive to urushiol.  But not a pimple, not one.  Go figure; maybe it’s the cosmic rightness of disc golf as apposed to another form of golf [to each his own, my clubs see a course once or twice a year] …or maybe it’s the season…or possibly the mud, I don’t know.  I showered in alcohol (no…not whiskey, Mick) when I got home…maybe that did it…?   A buddy turned me on to these slimline DGA Tsunami & Blowfly II discs this time out so, along with my Frisbee 175 that’s seen a helovalota parks & woods over the years, I had three to choose from.  Three discs! Almost needed a bag & a caddy or at least a cart & cleats & a cigar & a tee time & a polo shirt & funny pants & several more than two balls & a blaze orange vest for Wisconsin & a titanium King Cobra & a…  :o)