Idaho Disc Golfers Survive Sixty Attempts to Set Blistering Speed Record

What happened

According to UPI Odd News, a four-person disc golf squad in Idaho secured a Guinness World Record after repeatedly sprinting across a public course. Serial record-setter David Rush, who has accumulated more than two hundred Guinness titles, joined forces with his friend Travis Davidson and Davidson’s two sons, Anders and Oliver, to pursue the world record for the fastest hole of disc golf completed by a team of four.

Official guidelines established by Guinness World Records mandated that the chosen fairway measure at least two hundred meters in length. To fulfill the distance requirement, the quartet selected a certified course hole located in Mallard Park. The athletic undertaking required immense persistence, as the group endured dozens of botched runs before finding success.

On their sixtieth attempt of the day, the team executed a flawless relay. Rush opened with a long drive down the fairway, followed by rapid sequential throws from Travis, Oliver, and Anders, who dropped the disc beside the target. Rush concluded the sequence with an all-out forty-one-second uphill dash to retrieve the flying disc and slam it into the metal chain basket. The team finalized the hole in 44.31 seconds, officially clinching the Guinness record.

Theo Marchetti weighs in

Listen, you guys, this is why I wake up in the morning! Some people look at a peaceful public park on a Saturday and think, “What a lovely afternoon to sit on a cedar bench and feed breadcrumbs to a mallard.” But David Rush is not some people. I imagine David Rush looks at a municipal lawn in Idaho and thinks, “What if four human beings sprinted until their lungs caught fire so a piece of plastic could enter a metal cage faster than anyone else in history?” That is the kind of UNHINGED dedication that makes our species glorious!

For anyone not keeping track on their corkboard at home, David Rush holds more than two hundred Guinness World Records. The man is essentially the final boss of niche human achievement. But this time he brought in elite family reinforcements: his friend Travis Davidson and Travis’s two sons, Anders and Oliver. Think about the household dynamic here! Most parents can barely negotiate getting their teenagers to unload the dishwasher, but Travis somehow convinced his kids to commit to an Olympic-level aerodynamic relay across a park.

The official Guinness rules required the course to be at least two hundred meters long. Two hundred meters! In standard weekend disc golf, you casually stroll the fairway, take a sip of iced tea, admire a tree, and spend four minutes debating whether to throw a driver or a mid-range putter. Not here. They set up at Mallard Park and proceeded to fail. They failed twenty times. They failed forty times. On my personal frustration scale, attempt thirty-five is usually the exact moment where any sensible human being says, “You know what, let’s just go get burritos.”

ANYWAY, they didn’t quit! On attempt number SIXTY, the universe finally gave up and let them have it. Picture the sequence: Rush uncorks a massive drive down the fairway. Travis steps up and sends a second shot sailing straight into position. Oliver keeps the disc flying, and then young Anders launches a clutch toss that drops right down by the target. But that was only half the battle. Rush then had to sprint forty-one grueling seconds uphill just to reach the disc and jam it into the chains!

Do you realize how long forty-one seconds of all-out uphill sprinting actually is? In track and field, a four-hundred-meter dash takes about forty-five seconds, and world-class runners collapse on the infield afterward. Rush did that in regular sneakers on uneven turf just to clock a total team time of 44.31 seconds! I rate this entire operation a solid eleven out of ten on the Pure Glorious Grit Index.

There is something so genuinely beautiful about four people coming together for sixty straight tries just to shave a fraction of a second off a number in a record book. It proves that when we direct our bottomless human energy toward totally ridiculous goals, we are capable of absolute magic.

Stay weird out there. I mean it.