True Story: I found a nicely seasoned candy pro Firebird at Blue Lake. No number. Just a first name and half a PDGA #. Managed to track the guy down by asking around, posting on FB, etc. Dude seemed happy when I finally got his number and texted him. He came and met me. I gave it back. He barely said thanks. Then we were starting to play a round and he threw another super fancy disc so very poorly right into the same area of high grass.
I wished him luck and finished out my round alone.
Still, thanks or no thanks, it was the right thing to do.
I wished him luck and finished out my round alone.
Still, thanks or no thanks, it was the right thing to do.