Just started into my round after work yesterday and I lost my beat-in 172gm Star Destroyer on the 5th hole. I told the group to go on, there was no way I was leaving this disc behind. I climbed at least 9 trees, poking through every possible branch. Climbed through a needle palm tree, getting stabbed a multitude of times, and found a way to get in the center of it. While I was in the palm tree, a drive came in hard and hit just a foot away from me. I found 3 discs inside this tree. Climbed up a tall tree about 40ft high and found two other discs.
While going through the top of a nestle of trees, jumping to tops from tree to tree, I fell about 8ft through one tree, and then fell straight down on my side a good 6ft off the ground. Felt like I ran into a wall, thank god I didn't break anything. Looked around to make sure nobody saw me do that. I found another disc in these trees, for a total of six discs. After about 55 minutes the sun started setting. I decided to walk back 50ft to look in another set of trees. After about 5 minutes, there I saw my beauty resting up top, easy to pluck out.
I was covered in tree gum, dirt from head to toe, cuts all over, stab wounds from the needle palm, and slightly sore from the fall. Never got to finish my round and ditched the group, but I got my disc back. Am I just a little obsessed over retrieving a disc or do others go this far to find their favorite disc in their bag?
While going through the top of a nestle of trees, jumping to tops from tree to tree, I fell about 8ft through one tree, and then fell straight down on my side a good 6ft off the ground. Felt like I ran into a wall, thank god I didn't break anything. Looked around to make sure nobody saw me do that. I found another disc in these trees, for a total of six discs. After about 55 minutes the sun started setting. I decided to walk back 50ft to look in another set of trees. After about 5 minutes, there I saw my beauty resting up top, easy to pluck out.
I was covered in tree gum, dirt from head to toe, cuts all over, stab wounds from the needle palm, and slightly sore from the fall. Never got to finish my round and ditched the group, but I got my disc back. Am I just a little obsessed over retrieving a disc or do others go this far to find their favorite disc in their bag?