Keep throwing that Comet man, if you dig it now, wait til you get used to it!
My Z-Comet is my Go-To disc. If I don't know what I should do, I generally pull out the Comet. Eventually, you can shape it exactly how you want it. Monday I glanced off 2 sets of chains and managed 2 eagles in the first 9 holes, the Comet was the reason.
I have a story (borderline supernatural) about mine that I figured belongs here more so than anywhere else:
I was playing my regular course after work one day, I was just finishing up number 18, literally just wishing I had a disc that would act like a longer, straighter Buzzz. My mind was cluttered when I ran up and I launched my orange Katana (removed from the bag now) directly into the very highest thick point of an evergreen tree, notoriously known as a disc eater, it never came down. I was frustrated, but determined to get the darn thing. I saw a bit of orange, near the very top. I dropped my bag and began climbing, luckily it's not too difficult until about halfway up. I found my Katana at that point, interestingly, I could see a patch of pink further up. I got to the highest point I safely could and started shaking the branch the pink disc was on, it finally fell and I climbed down to retrieve it.
It turned out to be a candy pink Z Comet. I laughed at the domey monster and flipped it over to see a name scribbled across it with a number. I called the number and left a voicemail, and sat in the parking lot to wait for the call back. I got bored and decided to try it out while I waited. My very first throw caught a tailwind and flew just past the basket I had a rough time reaching with my drivers at the time. I was floored. I missed the putt and moved on to the next hole, a tight little tree lined 320' dead straight. I decided to give it another try while I had it and sure enough, I smacked the pole after a short skip. I didn't even putt out before walking back to the truck to make a note of the weight, plastic, and even a small sketch of the dome, in case I needed to find another one and it happened to be one of those miracle odd run or a mistakenly misformed disc (it turned out to be a just little more domey than most I've found). After an hour, I didn't get a call back, so I plopped it in my bag and went home.
The next day after work I called again, leaving another voicemail, it had just rained enough so I couldn't play, and I spent part of the evening looking in the local shop and found several similar, but not quite the same. Still no call back.
The third day was a Saturday and I got up, stoked to play, about halfway through the round, I got the call. The owner said he a lot of four letter words while describing the disc and the tree and told me that he tossed it in the tree to get rid of it (only because the lake was 600' in the opposite direction of his car). He told me it was a piece of crap and his advice was to burn it.
I didn't and I've been throwing it regularly ever since. I jokingly call it my "Karma-met" since I throw it so well after actually trying to return it. (Unfortunately a rarity in this community)