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Disc Gator Giveaway!
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Fore Palms in Jacksonville, Hole 10, Long Tee:
Lucid Renegade RHBH, on a hyzer, just a bit out over the pond, fading back nicely toward dry land for what seems like a decent shot.
...hits a small tree and falls to the ground.
...on it's egde.
...rolls down the slope and into the drink, where it somehow slides in upsidedown and floats.
...and the breeze blows it slowly out towards the middle of the pond.
Before it can drift too far out (where it might get disturbed and sink in deep water, never to be seen again), I get my retriever out and start throwing. First throw misses, so I retrieve and hurry to throw again. Normally, I slip the loop over my wrist, but didn't bother this time because I was rushing to hit my disc before it drifted out of range. 2nd throw went a bit further than my unsecured rope. Retriever hits and sinks my disc, and I'm standing on the egde of the pond holding squat.
:doh: :wall:
No way I'm gonna lose my disc and my retriever, so I quickly asses the potential for danger - off with shoes and socks, in I go. After what a few minutes, I felt my disc (pretty much where I thought it should be), and got that back. Kept feeling for the Retriever or the rope, but never felt it - have a feeling the momentum from the throw took it further out after it went below the surface.
Been a long, long, time since I felt like such a complete moron. Go ahead and laugh. If I witnessed that happening to someone else, I'd have been ROFL.
Lucid Renegade RHBH, on a hyzer, just a bit out over the pond, fading back nicely toward dry land for what seems like a decent shot.
...hits a small tree and falls to the ground.
...on it's egde.
...rolls down the slope and into the drink, where it somehow slides in upsidedown and floats.
...and the breeze blows it slowly out towards the middle of the pond.
Before it can drift too far out (where it might get disturbed and sink in deep water, never to be seen again), I get my retriever out and start throwing. First throw misses, so I retrieve and hurry to throw again. Normally, I slip the loop over my wrist, but didn't bother this time because I was rushing to hit my disc before it drifted out of range. 2nd throw went a bit further than my unsecured rope. Retriever hits and sinks my disc, and I'm standing on the egde of the pond holding squat.
:doh: :wall: No way I'm gonna lose my disc and my retriever, so I quickly asses the potential for danger - off with shoes and socks, in I go. After what a few minutes, I felt my disc (pretty much where I thought it should be), and got that back. Kept feeling for the Retriever or the rope, but never felt it - have a feeling the momentum from the throw took it further out after it went below the surface.
Been a long, long, time since I felt like such a complete moron. Go ahead and laugh. If I witnessed that happening to someone else, I'd have been ROFL.
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RE: Disc Gator Giveaway
So I had bought myself a Blizzard Ape, I then played a few rounds with it and toyed around for a few days. I ended up KNOWING this was my money disc! We went to go play a quick round at a course in my area. On hole 18 we came up to the tee with it being just at the brink of pitch black darkness with no lights of any sort. I take out my new Ape and throw it into the the very top of a 50 foot pine tree! :wall::wall::doh:
My bro tried climbing to get it, yet he could not make it 1/2 way up. By the time he backed out and climbed down It WAS darkened 100%. I knew there was no way I was surrendering my best disc!! So I monkeyed on up several times barely hanging on to the branches as I broke some underneath my feet. Long story short I got to the top, just about to go home saddened when I spotted something out of the corner of my eye....it was a pine cone:doh:. Just joking! It ended up being my favorite disc, the good ol' Ape of mine! And I disc golfed happily ever after...!!!
So I had bought myself a Blizzard Ape, I then played a few rounds with it and toyed around for a few days. I ended up KNOWING this was my money disc! We went to go play a quick round at a course in my area. On hole 18 we came up to the tee with it being just at the brink of pitch black darkness with no lights of any sort. I take out my new Ape and throw it into the the very top of a 50 foot pine tree! :wall::wall::doh:
My bro tried climbing to get it, yet he could not make it 1/2 way up. By the time he backed out and climbed down It WAS darkened 100%. I knew there was no way I was surrendering my best disc!! So I monkeyed on up several times barely hanging on to the branches as I broke some underneath my feet. Long story short I got to the top, just about to go home saddened when I spotted something out of the corner of my eye....it was a pine cone:doh:. Just joking! It ended up being my favorite disc, the good ol' Ape of mine! And I disc golfed happily ever after...!!!
Riceman
Newbie
Hole #6 Crossroads in Duncanville, TX. There is a portable building to the right of this hole. I noticed a disc on the aluminum roof of the building. I pulled out my golden retriever, threw it on top of the roof, and pulled the disc to the edge of the roof pretty easy. Unfortunately, the disc fell in a groove at the edge of the roof making it stand vertically and unable to pull down with the retriever. I grabbed a long piece of metal, stood on the rail of the wooden ramp, and eventually knocked it down. The Disc Gator would have been perfect to grab it right off.
khdorriety
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My "home" course is centered around a lake, so I've had plenty of discs that needed retrieval over time and I'm sure I will have plenty more that need it. It's hard to believe how many discs I've lost to that lake, and as you can imagine all of my group breathes a sigh of relief when we get a chance to play a course away from home. Numerous disc golf trips have been made, but one will never be forgotten.
Just before Christmas this past year some friends and I were going to be in the Atlanta area for a buddy's wedding, so we figured we might as well make a trip of it and play disc golf a couple of days. The second day was planned to be the most disc golf of the trip, but it also happened to be the day with the most rain and the coldest weather. Those of you that have played in the Atlanta area and know of Perkerson can remember it well, the throw from the teepad of hole one goes downhill before heading back up toward the basket. Lucky for us, the monsoon season that was early winter for the Southeast forced the chasm between the teepad and basket of one to be the home of a ragin river. Sparse trees present a slight challenge, and a power line crossing just past the water does not help your confidence. Knowing how discs bouncing off trees had treated me at my home course, I made sure to avoid them. The throw felt perfect coming from my hand. My favorite, trusty driver launched forward on exactly the line I had meant until the disc met its first power line. Somehow, the power line managed to throw the disc down into the ravine, and the plummeting water mimicked the plummeting of my heart as I realized that my disc might never be seen again.
As I made my way up to the rapids, my heart continued to sink. Any footholds I might have had were covered in several inches of water rushing onward toward numerous other rapids, and my disc was nowhere to be seen. I made peace with the loss, noting that it was only a piece of plastic in my mind even though my heart felt the attachment which I had built as I learned to rely on this disc being ripped away. The rest of my round was played with a heavy heart, I had to force myself to enjoy the round even though I knew I had experienced great loss.
As we finished the round, I took one more glance at the treacherous waters that had dealt the final blow to my heart. Walking back over, I knew that my eyes must be playing tricks on me. Was that a flash of yellow in one of the rapids down the way!? I ran to the site, and behold the site! My trusty disc was flipping away, tumbling in place as it caught in one of the rapids down stream from where it entered. I knew that I would not have another chance to get this disc, as my faith in humanity had failed before I bought this disc and the tip of a marker had never graced the back of it. I pulled my shoes and socks off, preparing myself to brave the December water. Remembering to tread carefully I took my first step out upon the rapids. The next step came easier as I realized that the rapids were not going to affect my grip. Finally after what seemed to be a lifetime I was close enough to the disc that I could reach it. I thought carefully about how I must extract my beloved disc from the depths. One wrong move could send the disc down the river like the ski boats fly down the Chattahoochee in the heat of summer. I reached in and took a sigh of relief as I felt the disc in my hand and my feet heading back toward shore.
As I rested on shore, putting my shoes back on and placing the disc back in its rightful home I realized that the adventure may not have been as wild as I had built it up. The river may have only been a creek, and the rapids may have only been small gurgles as the water ran over the rocks in the creek bed, but the danger of never finding my beloved disc again was real. My day was saved and I did not lose my disc, I could continue with the trip in good spirits. To this day, that disc is still ol' faithful, and the memory of that trip has a special place in my heart. I hope that it can help you all as well, and that whoever receives the disc gators is able to keep their favorite discs close to their heart for many years to come!
Edit: If a picture's worth a thousand words, I just wanted to be able to match what Aim for the Chains posted above :thmbup:
Just before Christmas this past year some friends and I were going to be in the Atlanta area for a buddy's wedding, so we figured we might as well make a trip of it and play disc golf a couple of days. The second day was planned to be the most disc golf of the trip, but it also happened to be the day with the most rain and the coldest weather. Those of you that have played in the Atlanta area and know of Perkerson can remember it well, the throw from the teepad of hole one goes downhill before heading back up toward the basket. Lucky for us, the monsoon season that was early winter for the Southeast forced the chasm between the teepad and basket of one to be the home of a ragin river. Sparse trees present a slight challenge, and a power line crossing just past the water does not help your confidence. Knowing how discs bouncing off trees had treated me at my home course, I made sure to avoid them. The throw felt perfect coming from my hand. My favorite, trusty driver launched forward on exactly the line I had meant until the disc met its first power line. Somehow, the power line managed to throw the disc down into the ravine, and the plummeting water mimicked the plummeting of my heart as I realized that my disc might never be seen again.
As I made my way up to the rapids, my heart continued to sink. Any footholds I might have had were covered in several inches of water rushing onward toward numerous other rapids, and my disc was nowhere to be seen. I made peace with the loss, noting that it was only a piece of plastic in my mind even though my heart felt the attachment which I had built as I learned to rely on this disc being ripped away. The rest of my round was played with a heavy heart, I had to force myself to enjoy the round even though I knew I had experienced great loss.
As we finished the round, I took one more glance at the treacherous waters that had dealt the final blow to my heart. Walking back over, I knew that my eyes must be playing tricks on me. Was that a flash of yellow in one of the rapids down the way!? I ran to the site, and behold the site! My trusty disc was flipping away, tumbling in place as it caught in one of the rapids down stream from where it entered. I knew that I would not have another chance to get this disc, as my faith in humanity had failed before I bought this disc and the tip of a marker had never graced the back of it. I pulled my shoes and socks off, preparing myself to brave the December water. Remembering to tread carefully I took my first step out upon the rapids. The next step came easier as I realized that the rapids were not going to affect my grip. Finally after what seemed to be a lifetime I was close enough to the disc that I could reach it. I thought carefully about how I must extract my beloved disc from the depths. One wrong move could send the disc down the river like the ski boats fly down the Chattahoochee in the heat of summer. I reached in and took a sigh of relief as I felt the disc in my hand and my feet heading back toward shore.
As I rested on shore, putting my shoes back on and placing the disc back in its rightful home I realized that the adventure may not have been as wild as I had built it up. The river may have only been a creek, and the rapids may have only been small gurgles as the water ran over the rocks in the creek bed, but the danger of never finding my beloved disc again was real. My day was saved and I did not lose my disc, I could continue with the trip in good spirits. To this day, that disc is still ol' faithful, and the memory of that trip has a special place in my heart. I hope that it can help you all as well, and that whoever receives the disc gators is able to keep their favorite discs close to their heart for many years to come!
Edit: If a picture's worth a thousand words, I just wanted to be able to match what Aim for the Chains posted above :thmbup:
chambers
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One fall evening about 10 years ago I was getting a late solo round in. It was about 45 degrees and dusk. Of course I go for the pin across a swampy area with a SE Teebird. Hit a tree, bounces in. I don't walk away from lost discs, so I strip down to my boxers and start walking back-and-forth, feet sinking into the muck, arms fully underwater, feeling against the bottom of the swamp in some chilly water.
10 minutes passes. 20. 30. I found a warped Polaris LS that I threw up on shore. After 40 minutes and now complete darkness, with the air temp falling and water not getting any warmer, I finally found the Teebird. Satisfied, but cold, I dry off, dress, and head home.
On the way home, I stop at the gas station to buy gas. When I pulled up to the cashier, I tried to sign the credit card slip. My hands were so numb, I couldn't grip the pen. The cashier was looking at me funny as it kept slipping out of my hands. For the life of me, I could not grip that thing... I couldn't even make a fist around the pen to make a "X" on the slip. I said "sorry, my hands are numb," and the cashier gave me a weak smile as if to say, "We get weird dudes like you in here all the time."
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10 minutes passes. 20. 30. I found a warped Polaris LS that I threw up on shore. After 40 minutes and now complete darkness, with the air temp falling and water not getting any warmer, I finally found the Teebird. Satisfied, but cold, I dry off, dress, and head home.
On the way home, I stop at the gas station to buy gas. When I pulled up to the cashier, I tried to sign the credit card slip. My hands were so numb, I couldn't grip the pen. The cashier was looking at me funny as it kept slipping out of my hands. For the life of me, I could not grip that thing... I couldn't even make a fist around the pen to make a "X" on the slip. I said "sorry, my hands are numb," and the cashier gave me a weak smile as if to say, "We get weird dudes like you in here all the time."
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tenayaguevara
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Berkeley Course and the Dude selling discs saves the day
My friend was playing with my discs b/c he forgot his and tossed my Stratus right up maybe 20 feet up in a cypress tree. There's a guy on Hole 4 who is often selling discs, and he was right across from the tree, so he came over and started trying to help out.
While my friend was trying to get on my shoulders so that he could shake a branch, the other guy took out this little metal flask he had and said, "I've got just the thing". He threw it up to knock the disc... and lost his flask in the tree, too! So then he's trying to get his flask down with rocks and we're trying to get our disc down.
Eventually our disc fell down, but his flask didn't... so we just left. We thanked him, but we had some disc to play.
My friend was playing with my discs b/c he forgot his and tossed my Stratus right up maybe 20 feet up in a cypress tree. There's a guy on Hole 4 who is often selling discs, and he was right across from the tree, so he came over and started trying to help out.
While my friend was trying to get on my shoulders so that he could shake a branch, the other guy took out this little metal flask he had and said, "I've got just the thing". He threw it up to knock the disc... and lost his flask in the tree, too! So then he's trying to get his flask down with rocks and we're trying to get our disc down.
Eventually our disc fell down, but his flask didn't... so we just left. We thanked him, but we had some disc to play.
madmax88
Eagle Member
Hole 1 at my local course. Park was empty, so I unloaded my bag for a little warm up. An errant drive landed my Roc3 on the roof of a little shed 30ft to the right of the basket. Usually there is a stick laying around for just this situation. Not today. With no other way to knock it down, I decided to jump up and grab the ovehang and pull myself up onto the roof. As I leap up and grab the ovehang, almost instantly I feel something slam on my lip. Apparently there was a wasp nest under the old wooden shingles. Felt a little painful the rest of the round, not to mention the swelling.
Now send me a disc gator so I don't have to face the wrath of the wasps again.
Now send me a disc gator so I don't have to face the wrath of the wasps again.
wake_rider
Birdie Member
Playing at NE Lions Park here in Norman, Oklahoma, early last summer of 2013, I was playing with a good friend of mine and had been shooting a pretty solid four-under round through #12. I really had started out pretty poorly marking a 2-over through 3, but found my release on 4 and things started clicking. I had honors for the box on #13 and proceeded to have a pretty good low, hard and snappy release that was on the line I was looking for, but a little iron wisp of a desert willow on the left side of the fairway tipped my disc up, rolled it over and buried it outside the fence to the right in a grouping of brushy, disgusting Red Cedars. No biggie, I was due a bad stroke and this was fairly easy to recover from seeing where it crossed OB. I'll just pick my disc up, take a stroke, and have a clean 70' look at the basket from there.
Well, that's when things got bad. I could see my disc almost 4' away from the fence on the other side, buried under a group of those bastard Red Cedars, just far enough that I would have to get on the other side of the 6' tall chainlink fence to retreive my disc. I mosey over, see my disc buried in a sea of stiff evergreen, then start clumsily clambering my way into the grouping of trees. Just as I got close enough to snake my arm into a small void in the brush to grab my disc.... WHAM. I take a sprung sprig of evergreen right into the center of my right eyeball. Joking aside, I had a tip of the broken off stick stuck so well that I for a moment thought I shouldn't attempt to back off as I thought it had possibly punctered my eye.
Well, the pain was excruciating, so I pulled back, realized that my eye came with me while the stick did not, grabbed my disc, then shouted at my friend, "Doug, I have to get out of here. Fast! I have to go now!" while a grouping of other unspeakable words tumbled out of my mouth, and his response was classic, "what man, do you have to take a big shat or something?" My response was something along the line of, "what?! NO! I think I just almost lost an eye. I need to get home."
So, we packed up, headed to my house which is less than 1 mile away, then he dropped me off to my wife, who had very little sympathy, then he headed home (to defend her a bit, she has seen me come home with broken ribs, broken leg, countless gashes and cuts that needed stitches, torn ligaments in my ankle, hematoma's, and a litany of deep, swollen bruises from my never ending list of hobbies; most of those injuries occured while I was still deeply active in racing motocross). She was not happy to hear that I had found yet another way to mess myself up, and "this time doing what?! Playing disc golf?!" Yeah.... Disc golf.
She rather begrudgingly loaded me and our daughter into the car and drove me to the emergency room at about 8pm, which was about 1.5 hours after the incident as I told here that I had no vision other than light or dark in that eye, and that it hurt just about as bad as any other injury I had ever endured. She took that serious as I once raced for 2 weekends with 4 broken ribs prior to going to the doctor, so she realizes my pain threshold is reasonably high. I get there and they tell me that I have a very serious eye injury that they do not feel comfortable working on, then set up an immediate referral with an emergency eye injury specialist in far northern Oklahoma City which is about a 40 minute drive away. At this point my wife's displeasure with the situation turned to true concern, and I was in such burning, throbbing discomfort that I was in my own little world just hoping that I could one day see again.
To shorten this up, the prognosis was that I had removed over 70% of my cornea with what was termed a "corneal abrasion," but the opthamologist said that I was one of the worse cases she had ever come across that wasn't a much deeper penetration of the eye. When I was in my final checkup almost 4 weeks later, she gave me a clean bill of health, said that I had some scarring in the far corner of my cornea and that it would equate to about a 5% permanent vision loss in that eye (negligible from my point of view), and that she was amazed with how well I actually healed up. She said that she was expecting a far worse scarring pattern and that she had realistically thought the scarring would have altered the smooth surface of the cornea enough that I would experience closer to a 15-20% loss of acuity in that eye. I was pretty stoked to hear that the result was so much better than she had assumed it would have turned out.
So, how could the Disc Gator have helped? Honestly, I would have never even ventured into the other side of the fence. I would have reached either from under the chainlink which is unattached at the bottom, or just over the top and would have grabbed the disc from there. The entire situation could obviously have been avoided with a better throw, but it could have resulted in just a stroke penalty and an opportunity to show off the ability of Gator to retrieve an errant shot that landed in brushy Mordor. Instead, I got in an eyeball showdown with a springy branch and as they say, the rest is history!
Well, that's when things got bad. I could see my disc almost 4' away from the fence on the other side, buried under a group of those bastard Red Cedars, just far enough that I would have to get on the other side of the 6' tall chainlink fence to retreive my disc. I mosey over, see my disc buried in a sea of stiff evergreen, then start clumsily clambering my way into the grouping of trees. Just as I got close enough to snake my arm into a small void in the brush to grab my disc.... WHAM. I take a sprung sprig of evergreen right into the center of my right eyeball. Joking aside, I had a tip of the broken off stick stuck so well that I for a moment thought I shouldn't attempt to back off as I thought it had possibly punctered my eye.
Well, the pain was excruciating, so I pulled back, realized that my eye came with me while the stick did not, grabbed my disc, then shouted at my friend, "Doug, I have to get out of here. Fast! I have to go now!" while a grouping of other unspeakable words tumbled out of my mouth, and his response was classic, "what man, do you have to take a big shat or something?" My response was something along the line of, "what?! NO! I think I just almost lost an eye. I need to get home."
So, we packed up, headed to my house which is less than 1 mile away, then he dropped me off to my wife, who had very little sympathy, then he headed home (to defend her a bit, she has seen me come home with broken ribs, broken leg, countless gashes and cuts that needed stitches, torn ligaments in my ankle, hematoma's, and a litany of deep, swollen bruises from my never ending list of hobbies; most of those injuries occured while I was still deeply active in racing motocross). She was not happy to hear that I had found yet another way to mess myself up, and "this time doing what?! Playing disc golf?!" Yeah.... Disc golf.
She rather begrudgingly loaded me and our daughter into the car and drove me to the emergency room at about 8pm, which was about 1.5 hours after the incident as I told here that I had no vision other than light or dark in that eye, and that it hurt just about as bad as any other injury I had ever endured. She took that serious as I once raced for 2 weekends with 4 broken ribs prior to going to the doctor, so she realizes my pain threshold is reasonably high. I get there and they tell me that I have a very serious eye injury that they do not feel comfortable working on, then set up an immediate referral with an emergency eye injury specialist in far northern Oklahoma City which is about a 40 minute drive away. At this point my wife's displeasure with the situation turned to true concern, and I was in such burning, throbbing discomfort that I was in my own little world just hoping that I could one day see again.
To shorten this up, the prognosis was that I had removed over 70% of my cornea with what was termed a "corneal abrasion," but the opthamologist said that I was one of the worse cases she had ever come across that wasn't a much deeper penetration of the eye. When I was in my final checkup almost 4 weeks later, she gave me a clean bill of health, said that I had some scarring in the far corner of my cornea and that it would equate to about a 5% permanent vision loss in that eye (negligible from my point of view), and that she was amazed with how well I actually healed up. She said that she was expecting a far worse scarring pattern and that she had realistically thought the scarring would have altered the smooth surface of the cornea enough that I would experience closer to a 15-20% loss of acuity in that eye. I was pretty stoked to hear that the result was so much better than she had assumed it would have turned out.
So, how could the Disc Gator have helped? Honestly, I would have never even ventured into the other side of the fence. I would have reached either from under the chainlink which is unattached at the bottom, or just over the top and would have grabbed the disc from there. The entire situation could obviously have been avoided with a better throw, but it could have resulted in just a stroke penalty and an opportunity to show off the ability of Gator to retrieve an errant shot that landed in brushy Mordor. Instead, I got in an eyeball showdown with a springy branch and as they say, the rest is history!
Last December, a friend and I had decided to play a second round at Jones Park in Cedar Rapids on a cold Iowa day. The first two holes border a large pond on the left, and my friend's drive on hole 2 fades too hard, hits the frozen lake, and slides effortlessly on the ice 100' feet onto the pond. One step was enough to realize the ice was too thin to hold the weight of a person and we quickly give up on it.
My drive had landed safely to the right of the basket, but I overshoot the putt and it slides down the hill on the backside, hits the edge of the pond and seems to pick up speed as it glides into the very middle, about 200' from every edge.
I go to the far end of the pond, and we begin sliding a branch back and forth across the ice, trying to hit one of our discs. After a few attempts, I figure out how to adapt my backhand technique to stick hurling. The first time we hit one, it doesn't slide nearly as far as we hope, and we realize this might take awhile. We agree to scrap the second round and spent the next hour or more sliding sticks across the pond. Eventually the discs are closer to my friend and his job becomes that of sliding the branch back to me so I can try hitting the disc nearer to him. Every so often, a bad or weak throw would leave a stick out of reach and we'd have to find another.
Long after our arms were sore from throwing, we managed to salvage both discs.
My drive had landed safely to the right of the basket, but I overshoot the putt and it slides down the hill on the backside, hits the edge of the pond and seems to pick up speed as it glides into the very middle, about 200' from every edge.
I go to the far end of the pond, and we begin sliding a branch back and forth across the ice, trying to hit one of our discs. After a few attempts, I figure out how to adapt my backhand technique to stick hurling. The first time we hit one, it doesn't slide nearly as far as we hope, and we realize this might take awhile. We agree to scrap the second round and spent the next hour or more sliding sticks across the pond. Eventually the discs are closer to my friend and his job becomes that of sliding the branch back to me so I can try hitting the disc nearer to him. Every so often, a bad or weak throw would leave a stick out of reach and we'd have to find another.
Long after our arms were sore from throwing, we managed to salvage both discs.
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plattertoss88
Newbie
My worst experience enjoy this game I love so much.
Well this story takes us to a special little place in my heart. That place is Freelander Park in Wooster Ohio. Freelander was the first disc golf course I've played, so it will always be a course I return to time and time again. Even if it is in shambles. Well I decided to ask my friend Mitch to join me in a round at Freelander on a cold winter day about 1 year ago. We are always very competitive together. Sometimes I take it more seriously than I would like to but that can be hard when you are in the moment. So we come up to hole 12, and this is one of the few holes on this course where water comes into play. On this particular day that water had a nice layer of ice. I decided to throw a forehand to avoid fading into the water. Well I end up grip locking it big time and throw it straight to the pond. It hits perfectly flat, and just slides straight as an arrow directly into the ponds water culvert. Which is about the size of a small cars hub cap. My buddy Mitch instantly can't help but to explode in laughter as I turn to him with my best mean mugging face and say " ITS NOT F@($1&?G FUNNY!". I go to inspect to situation to find the ice isn't hard enough to stand on. So I am stuck trying to lean over the culvert with a stick to fish it out. It would be so close to being right in my grasp, and then it would become stuck under the ice or just sink right as I go to grab it. Finally after about 10 mins and a boat load of cursing at a concrete culvert I am able to semi form a smile because of how much I LOVE THIS GAME.
Well this story takes us to a special little place in my heart. That place is Freelander Park in Wooster Ohio. Freelander was the first disc golf course I've played, so it will always be a course I return to time and time again. Even if it is in shambles. Well I decided to ask my friend Mitch to join me in a round at Freelander on a cold winter day about 1 year ago. We are always very competitive together. Sometimes I take it more seriously than I would like to but that can be hard when you are in the moment. So we come up to hole 12, and this is one of the few holes on this course where water comes into play. On this particular day that water had a nice layer of ice. I decided to throw a forehand to avoid fading into the water. Well I end up grip locking it big time and throw it straight to the pond. It hits perfectly flat, and just slides straight as an arrow directly into the ponds water culvert. Which is about the size of a small cars hub cap. My buddy Mitch instantly can't help but to explode in laughter as I turn to him with my best mean mugging face and say " ITS NOT F@($1&?G FUNNY!". I go to inspect to situation to find the ice isn't hard enough to stand on. So I am stuck trying to lean over the culvert with a stick to fish it out. It would be so close to being right in my grasp, and then it would become stuck under the ice or just sink right as I go to grab it. Finally after about 10 mins and a boat load of cursing at a concrete culvert I am able to semi form a smile because of how much I LOVE THIS GAME.
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fritothedog
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jswoods1984
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I have lost a fair amount of discs in my days playing disc golf, but none drive me crazy like the ones that I lose in water at the private courses I play out here. I swear, my buddy Dave's pond has got to have at least $300 worth of my plastic alone in it (that's probably on the low end), probably over $10,000 worth of plastic altogether after all the years he has had his course in. He has 4 holes that play directly over his 250 ft pond (some play more like 300-400') and he also has some holes that play around it where your best route is to hyzer over the water. SO many times I could have saved myself if I had something like the gator. It's so painful when I throw it and the disc gets caught up in some weeds just at the edge of the pond. You can see it, you can almost touch it, but it's just a little bit too far to reach. That's when you go grab the 10' metal pole that's bend at the end and test your luck. I've seen about a 50/50 success rate with the standard pole, sometimes you're happy and you successfully fish out your plastic, but other times you get to watch your favorite disc sink to the mucky depths of the pond... This hole, hole 16, has eaten more of my discs than any other hole on any other course, and many of them could have been prevented with a tool such as the gator. If I win this, I will likely give it to my buddy Dave to save others from the losses that I have experienced here...
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Tim oughta have fun reading this thread...
Hole #8 at F. Burton Smith Park in Cocoa, FL. I keep an extremely beat DX Beast in my bag to use as a hazard disc. Not a huge loss if I ever were to lose it, even though I still love that disc.
There is water to the left and in front of the awkwardly angled tee. There is a large tree just ahead to the right with low lying branches. It is pretty easy to keep your disc dry on this hole, UNLESS YOU HIT THAT BRANCH! After a very brief moment of silence at a minor loss, I somehow stifled my tears and went on with my life.
A few weeks later I receive a phone call from a guy who retrieved it from the pond...in January. He stashed it under a trashcan for me, along with another unmarked DX Beast from the same pond. Double score!!
A buddy lost a Star TeeDevil in this pond but only wrote "E-Dog" and no phone number. Nope, he will never see it again.
The moral of the story:
1. Not just ink but a phone number can be your friend.
2. There are still some pretty cool people in the world.
Many thanks to the mystery disc diving dude.
There is water to the left and in front of the awkwardly angled tee. There is a large tree just ahead to the right with low lying branches. It is pretty easy to keep your disc dry on this hole, UNLESS YOU HIT THAT BRANCH! After a very brief moment of silence at a minor loss, I somehow stifled my tears and went on with my life.
A few weeks later I receive a phone call from a guy who retrieved it from the pond...in January. He stashed it under a trashcan for me, along with another unmarked DX Beast from the same pond. Double score!!
A buddy lost a Star TeeDevil in this pond but only wrote "E-Dog" and no phone number. Nope, he will never see it again.
The moral of the story:
1. Not just ink but a phone number can be your friend.
2. There are still some pretty cool people in the world.
Many thanks to the mystery disc diving dude.
Toro71
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OK, so here's my fun story. This was only about a month ago, cut/pasted from where I posted on the club forum, so stop me if you've heard this one.
#5 Angry Beaver
Long par 5, plays out of about a 250 ft wooded fairway, takes a hard left across a smallish drainage pond and goes on from there.
Long story shorter, I tried an inadvisable 2nd shot, and put a trusted, well seasoned Star Dest 'into' the pond at the first turn. It was actually "onto" the pond, because there was a layer of ice. Disc was sitting on the ice about 20-25 ft from the edge. (If it was "in" the pond, I would've doffed my cap for a moment of silence and moved on, but seeing it right there on the ice, things got real.)
There was a long branch there, that was just too short to reach. I'm standing on a log frozen into the edge, and it sinks and my shoe gets soaked. So I'm like F it, and edge that foot a bit further out trying to reach the disc with the branch...and poke the disc about 3 inches out of reach from there.
At this point, by buddy's like "might as well take off your shoes and get both feet in. You don't have to go all the way out, just close enough to use the branch." See, now I understand how something like Viet Nam can happen. "We'll just send a handfull of advisers over. OK, now it might be a good idea for a few pieces of air support. Well, now it might be a good idea to send a few thousand troops over for security" etc.
So anyway, this is one of "those discs" so I take off the shoes/socks, and wade out a few steps. Anyone with experience with this pond knows it a true according to Hoyle quagmire (giggity,) so this is literally sucking pretty hard. Ice cold water, about 1/4 in thick ice is cutting my legs some, and I'm standing on the broken shards, sinking into the poo-like "mud," trying not to overbalance and fall in bodily. About 3 feet from the side I'm already up to over my knees in water, so my pants are now wet even though I'd rolled them up to my knees.
But, now I'm within reach of the disc, and it's all going to be worth it.....
I get the branch behind the disc, and as I start to drag it, the ice gives way and the b***ard sinks to the bottom.
Sorry, the story won't get any funnier. At this point, I stood there for a few seconds, and decided to cut my losses, withdraw my troops without the tactical victory, and bring the boys home.
#5 Angry Beaver
Long par 5, plays out of about a 250 ft wooded fairway, takes a hard left across a smallish drainage pond and goes on from there.
Long story shorter, I tried an inadvisable 2nd shot, and put a trusted, well seasoned Star Dest 'into' the pond at the first turn. It was actually "onto" the pond, because there was a layer of ice. Disc was sitting on the ice about 20-25 ft from the edge. (If it was "in" the pond, I would've doffed my cap for a moment of silence and moved on, but seeing it right there on the ice, things got real.)
There was a long branch there, that was just too short to reach. I'm standing on a log frozen into the edge, and it sinks and my shoe gets soaked. So I'm like F it, and edge that foot a bit further out trying to reach the disc with the branch...and poke the disc about 3 inches out of reach from there.
At this point, by buddy's like "might as well take off your shoes and get both feet in. You don't have to go all the way out, just close enough to use the branch." See, now I understand how something like Viet Nam can happen. "We'll just send a handfull of advisers over. OK, now it might be a good idea for a few pieces of air support. Well, now it might be a good idea to send a few thousand troops over for security" etc.
So anyway, this is one of "those discs" so I take off the shoes/socks, and wade out a few steps. Anyone with experience with this pond knows it a true according to Hoyle quagmire (giggity,) so this is literally sucking pretty hard. Ice cold water, about 1/4 in thick ice is cutting my legs some, and I'm standing on the broken shards, sinking into the poo-like "mud," trying not to overbalance and fall in bodily. About 3 feet from the side I'm already up to over my knees in water, so my pants are now wet even though I'd rolled them up to my knees.
But, now I'm within reach of the disc, and it's all going to be worth it.....
I get the branch behind the disc, and as I start to drag it, the ice gives way and the b***ard sinks to the bottom.
Sorry, the story won't get any funnier. At this point, I stood there for a few seconds, and decided to cut my losses, withdraw my troops without the tactical victory, and bring the boys home.
I once had a beloved DX Raven. One of my first discs. Bought it in 1995. I was playing Ham Lake DG in Ham Lake, MN where there is a short severe dog leg right hole on the what used to be the back 9. This Raven was perfect for this this hole because it was so beat in. Well, this particular day I really got ahold of it and it held that anny and then some. It sailed right through all the trees and onto the ice covered lake. This was late Spring, the lake was still frozen. I could see it laying out there about 75' feet and convinced myself I can go out there and get it. After about 3 steps where each step sunk deeper into the ice I decided better of it and turned around and went back. Every time that year I played that hole I always went to the side of the lake at that spot hoping the water would be shallow enough I could catch a glimpse of her but it hever happened.
TeeSquared
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might as well just give it to Jaysus. I vote for Platebee.
apparently my first lost disc got snagged by some squid in Florida which i just learned today in a now closed thread. BTW, i abandoned that disc since the water looked like it was teeming with alligators lurking just under the surface of the water. I wasn't going in there!
apparently my first lost disc got snagged by some squid in Florida which i just learned today in a now closed thread. BTW, i abandoned that disc since the water looked like it was teeming with alligators lurking just under the surface of the water. I wasn't going in there!
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