Drove from Medford to play disc golf with some friends from Portland. There is a new rule in the park, "no dogs allowed" that I was unaware of previous to my trip. I brought my best friend Zeus with me, he is a three-year-old German Shepherd mix with years of training. Shortly after beginning our game I was a approached by a morbidly obese man riding a golf cart, he was wearing sweat pants and was spilling out of the double XL shirt that he obviously woke up in. He snarled at me between wheezing "you're about to make my day, you know there's no dogs allowed on the golf course" "But dogs are allowed in the park" I replied. He stopped for a moment to think about it and agreed. I told him I was doing everything to keep the dog off of the course, I brought doggy bags to clean up and he was next to me at all times. Morbidly obese Bob then drove away, at this point I thought we had an understanding. Later in the game I was approached once more by morbidly obese Bob but this time he brought back up, a slightly less obese man stepped out of the golf cart wearing a Parks shirt. He told me I was breaking a law and I needed to leave, I then asked him for the Oregon revised statute to the law I was breaking. Unable to give me the statute number he instructed me to leave. Not wanting to cause problems for my friends I complied. Morbidly obese Bob the camp host never got out of his golf cart, It's shocks bottomed out by the sheer mass of this slob. Personally I am appalled at the hatred that radiated from every word falling from his jowls. I will not be going back, not after having to deal with that kind of filth.