Alright, let's make it a competition.
Early two weeks ago I lost a dyed VIP Sorcerer at Elm Creek #14. We went back on three occasions looking for it because we saw it land. It must have sliced under all the grass.
Five days later on the same hole I lost a Finnish stamped VIP Stag in almost the exact same manner. I was thinking that while I was searching for the Stag I could hopefully find the Sorcerer. Had to walk away from the Stag as well.
Two days later I played BRP. While waiting for a friend I played as many holes as possible. My drive stunk on Hole 6 but I was still in a position where a clean upshot would land under the basket in its new location. The Lucid Judge came out with a little griplock, snagged a branch, and dove into the center of the lake. During the real round I did almost the exact same thing, this time with a VIP Hatchet in hopes I could get more on it.
We survived the short-lived downpour that hit that Saturday, and upon resuming I was so wet already I just jumped into the pond looking for both discs. I recovered the Hatchet, but despite being brave enough to go as deep as my neck, I never recovered the Judge.
Yesterday at Bryant Lake on Hole 3, I take my normal route through the trees on the right and fly across Hole 10's backside (we always play the long baskets). I almost always park this hole and my shot yesterday looked like it was going to be an ace run. The trick of this hole is that the second half of the flight is blind, and when we heard it hit a small tree, I knew it was going to be trouble. We had five guys looking for it for fifteen minutes and we still could not find anything. There goes my beloved Champion Glow Gazelle. Of all of my lost discs in the last two weeks, at least this one had my name and number on it.
