About a year ago I was on my annual Thanksgiving road trip with my dad. The first course we played was Pessimist in Ft Morgan (current HOD reminded me of this story). Hole 17, I attempted the big turnover over the river, it didn't hold the turn, and dropped right on the bank. Now, I damn near needed ropes to keep myself safe and manage to get down to the water - I didn't see my disc right away, but found like 3 others, and then mine. One was a pearl, no name. For about 6 months or so it was Aspen's disc. You can see it here in this video: https://youtu.be/ehOyPj3wBUE?t=200 And that's the last we saw of it for another 5 months. Joey went on to throw it on hole 12/13 (ski slope hole), it turned over into oblivion.
Fast forward to my tournament event, second weekend in November, the Bald Eagle experience. I happened to be on Joey's card during the doubles event out there at Pathway. My partner Mario turned it over into that same oblivion, where we never found Mario's disc, but Aspen's Pearl came back!
3 days later, I left on the same trip with my dad, we didn't play in Ft. Morgan, but we did camp there on our second night. That next morning, Aspen had his pearl, and we forgot it. Exactly one year to the day after I found it in Ft Morgan, I left it a few miles away at the State Park.
Fast forward to my tournament event, second weekend in November, the Bald Eagle experience. I happened to be on Joey's card during the doubles event out there at Pathway. My partner Mario turned it over into that same oblivion, where we never found Mario's disc, but Aspen's Pearl came back!
3 days later, I left on the same trip with my dad, we didn't play in Ft. Morgan, but we did camp there on our second night. That next morning, Aspen had his pearl, and we forgot it. Exactly one year to the day after I found it in Ft Morgan, I left it a few miles away at the State Park.