Scrambled out to a tags match last night right after work and didn't have any time to warm up.
Hole 8, I lost my Tern on the front 9 in a river, which was my only real -2 2 driver.
Back 9, I decided to bomb my TeeBird in place of the Tern, which I flipped over down by that damn river. Luckily it was on land, so I set my bag down near the river edge and step down to get it.
Bag rolls right into the river, emptying all discs into the water.
The river was murky and moving fast and without thinking I leap in trying to grab the bag (full of water), and any discs I can see, which I watch immediately whisking away faster than I can keep up.
Throw the bag on shore, and I'm basically falling down in the river on un-seen rocks of varying size, desperately looking/feeling for discs.
I manage to grab 1 disc, the bag had a few left in it, then I see what looks like a disc... it's somebody else's. I find 3 discs stacked together pinned against a rock.
Lost a new tournament Roc3, favorite beat in Champ Destroyer, a few others, I think I lost an Anode and of course the Champ Tern from the previous river toss... and I had my phone in the bag, which somehow survived.
Soaked to the bone, finish the round... called the dude who's disc I found (he was at tags too).
Sitting in my car, wet and feeling bummed about losing some favorite plastic, I get a text from a guy who I'd met for about an hour at the play ground, while our kids played together. We were talking about ball-golf and long story short, he give me a set of Ping clubs... "There outside the house, come by and their yours."
So I lost a few discs and ended up with a really nice travel bag, golf bag, and a full set of clubs.
What a very strange night.
