Woodpecker
Birdie Member
The other day I happened to throw one of my misguided drives, hit a tree and the disc flopped back into a stinky creek right in front of the tee box.
There were three young boys sloshing around in the creek just down from the tee box. I, not wanting to climb into this stench filled mess, asked them if they would find my disc if I gave them a couple of bucks.
The oldest one, about 13, came down and immediately found a disc but it wasn't mine. About 30 seconds later, he found mine.
I saw the other disc had a name on it and realized it belonged to a very nice lady pro that I have a lot of respect for. I reached in my pocket and tried to hand the young man a $5 bill for both discs.
He took the money and said he was going to keep the other disc. I told him the fiver was for both discs and apparently he didn't know about the bad mojo that comes with not returning a disc to its rightful owner.
He asked me what mojo was and I told him it was basically bad luck. He looked me straight in the face and said he didn't give a #@$%, about mojo he was keeping the disc and the money.
I reached into my bag, pulled out a disc I haven't thrown in awhile and said I would trade him for her disc or it was now bad mojo time.
He said hell, no and told me where to stick my bad mojo.
I said let me explain about the bad mojo. If you don't give me that disc right now, I'm going to climb down there, take the disc and the money and the only thing you're going to end up with is no disc, no money, a black eye and a fat lip.
He finally flipped the disc up on the bank and told me to do something that is anatomically impossible. I flipped my disc down to him and told him to have a good life.
Did I do a bad thing for the future of disc golf?
Woodpecker
There were three young boys sloshing around in the creek just down from the tee box. I, not wanting to climb into this stench filled mess, asked them if they would find my disc if I gave them a couple of bucks.
The oldest one, about 13, came down and immediately found a disc but it wasn't mine. About 30 seconds later, he found mine.
I saw the other disc had a name on it and realized it belonged to a very nice lady pro that I have a lot of respect for. I reached in my pocket and tried to hand the young man a $5 bill for both discs.
He took the money and said he was going to keep the other disc. I told him the fiver was for both discs and apparently he didn't know about the bad mojo that comes with not returning a disc to its rightful owner.
He asked me what mojo was and I told him it was basically bad luck. He looked me straight in the face and said he didn't give a #@$%, about mojo he was keeping the disc and the money.
I reached into my bag, pulled out a disc I haven't thrown in awhile and said I would trade him for her disc or it was now bad mojo time.
He said hell, no and told me where to stick my bad mojo.
I said let me explain about the bad mojo. If you don't give me that disc right now, I'm going to climb down there, take the disc and the money and the only thing you're going to end up with is no disc, no money, a black eye and a fat lip.
He finally flipped the disc up on the bank and told me to do something that is anatomically impossible. I flipped my disc down to him and told him to have a good life.
Did I do a bad thing for the future of disc golf?
Woodpecker