Coldpunk
Par Member
Weight schmeight
My favorite Comet, the back of its flight plate is a gorgeous multiple layers of fading signatures and witty comments written in sharpie from its five aces, is an orange older Z run that made its way into my bag without a weight written and the sticker removed. It's been in the bag and a staple of my golf game for over a decade. I assumed by its flight when new(to me) that it was max weight or close to it.
Earlier this winter after a second shot or an example line(friend asking me to come look at his lie wanting to know what line/disc I'd throw from it) I left my most prized Comet behind and a few holes later reached for it and it wasn't in its spot. Terrified of losing my baby we back tracked. Tried to think where I would have thrown it last. Asked groups behind us as we went back looking for it if they'd seen it with no luck. Eventually after what felt like an eternity but was really only about half an hour we figure it out. Go back to the hole where I was showing a friend a high anny stall shot around a cedar tree(that he ended up executing to perfection with his version of the Comet, a meteor)but don't see it anywhere. A guy from the next tee pad shouts over "did you look under the upturned root wad by the stump? I've seen a few get in there.". Sure enough my beloved Comet had gone past the basket and found its way under a tree's roots that had blown over a few weeks ago. Far enough in under the upturned roots that I needed my flashlight on my phone to find it and had to reach in up to my shoulder to get it back.
When I got home I decided it may be time to retire that one to the wall. I planned to grab a stack Comets with similar weights/PLH/shoulder/dome to my old orange favorite and take them out to the field to find my next go to Comet.
Got out the scale, 173g.
My favorite Comet, the back of its flight plate is a gorgeous multiple layers of fading signatures and witty comments written in sharpie from its five aces, is an orange older Z run that made its way into my bag without a weight written and the sticker removed. It's been in the bag and a staple of my golf game for over a decade. I assumed by its flight when new(to me) that it was max weight or close to it.
Earlier this winter after a second shot or an example line(friend asking me to come look at his lie wanting to know what line/disc I'd throw from it) I left my most prized Comet behind and a few holes later reached for it and it wasn't in its spot. Terrified of losing my baby we back tracked. Tried to think where I would have thrown it last. Asked groups behind us as we went back looking for it if they'd seen it with no luck. Eventually after what felt like an eternity but was really only about half an hour we figure it out. Go back to the hole where I was showing a friend a high anny stall shot around a cedar tree(that he ended up executing to perfection with his version of the Comet, a meteor)but don't see it anywhere. A guy from the next tee pad shouts over "did you look under the upturned root wad by the stump? I've seen a few get in there.". Sure enough my beloved Comet had gone past the basket and found its way under a tree's roots that had blown over a few weeks ago. Far enough in under the upturned roots that I needed my flashlight on my phone to find it and had to reach in up to my shoulder to get it back.
When I got home I decided it may be time to retire that one to the wall. I planned to grab a stack Comets with similar weights/PLH/shoulder/dome to my old orange favorite and take them out to the field to find my next go to Comet.
Got out the scale, 173g.
