Cigarette smoke in your eyes doesn't affect you though? Good one. I really don't care if they torch it up or not because I can say yes or no. The cops in our town are too busy to worry about potheads on a disc golf course. Screw the obnoxious drunks who leave their bottles and cans everywhere.
I think that the thing that bothers me the most is someone having a meaningless conversation while you are trying to drive, putt, etc. Can't you wait a few seconds? Shut the hell up! This happened to me the other day in league and the gut was a drunk from another group. Blah, blah, blah.
I wouldn't say it was etiquitte, but usually what bothers me is stupid newbies that don't understand the game/etiquitte. Have you seen these people, they step up, drive and start walking to their shot all in 1 motion, then their buddies do teh same thing.
Anyway, On Thursdays my group usually play one of our 9-hole courses since we don't even get there until 5:30. So, we're walking to our drives on hole 7 and one of teh newbies we just play through throws his "drive" and comes within about 6" of my head. Once I got to my drive, I had to be warned again because the same newbie had thrown at me again and nearly hit me in the leg.
At this point, I'm ready to throw his disc in the pond, but I digress. I putted out and moved on. I don't have a lot of tollerance for stupid people in general, but on a disc golf course, it's just kind of dangerous sometimes.
Right on bro! Do it where you live - your parents basement! I got to start selling hemp disc. I drive 15 miles out of my way to play courses with less dope(s). Tournaments will soon have mandatory drug testing...and if you are clean & sober you will be escorted off the course.
Sounds like you were probably playing at Watson. I'm originally from STL and I play there with my uncles when I'm back in town. Almost every time we go there they tell me the story of when some kids waited down by 7's basket until after they drove, then ran up, stole my uncle's disc, and went home. Being how awesome and in shape my uncle is, he chased them to their house, knocked on their front door, and confronted them/told their mother. Unsurprisingly, they pulled out a massive pile of discs--many likely acquired in similar fashion--yet hid my uncle's somewhere else. He never got it back. He laughs about it now, but wow, how dumb kids can be.