So many great retrievals... a few years, a few saves (and misses):
Jimmy Porter in Carrollton, TX - Sometime in 2000 -- My roommate throws his favorite 8X KC Whippet into the pond; ~40 degrees that day. We jump in after it. So cold we can't feel our legs. 15 minutes later we find it. Walk out of the water to discover WE HAVE NO LEG HAIR. The paint company up top of the hill had a spill they didn't post, and it leaked into the pond. Water has a chemical solvent in it and our legs are totally bare. We get the EPA out there to test the water, yada yada yada; turns out nothing too harmful. But I've never been so glad the water was low and I didn't go teabaggin' that day.
Audobon Park in Garland, TX -- Sometime in 2001 -- We are playing and a few of us all go in the same place in the bog on the back side (hole 13?). We manage to use some branches to feel around, drag discs through the muck, but I have to reach in to get them. I only get wet up to the elbow, but I have never smelled such an UNHOLY STENCH in my life. I got back to the car, poured water on my arm; used up a whole bottle of hand-sanitizer, and we still had to shut our discs in plastic bags and I had to drive home with my arm out the window. Awful feeling when your own arm stinks so bad you can't stand to have it in the car with you. I got home, showered with a bottle of Dawn and a green kitchen scrubby and took most of the skin off my arm. And still STUNK. It took days to get back to normal; and the discs that went in lived on the balcony for months.
Pyramids in Leicester, MA -- (private course) friend and I are playing in the winter in 2002. He throws his first run CE Aviar through the thin ice by the waterfall into the stream. We both strip to our boxes and jump in after it. 10 minutes, totally blue, we can't find the thing (snow and ice all around us). Southwick sees us down there and offers us the use of his outdoor hottub. We jump out of the creek, sprint up the hill through the snow and spend the rest of the afternoon in the hottub, practice putting. Person with the furtherest missed putt has to jump out of the hottub, run through the snow and retrieve all the discs (great game).
Bicentennial Park in Crowley, TX - 2004 - My brother and I are playing right after a big rainstorm. Creek is flowing pretty fast. After one round, it's slowed down quite a bit. One of us puts a 10X KC Teebird into the stream on one of the late holes (15?) and we figure we should jump in after it. It's not in the middle, so we start feeling around near the edges. I'm running my foot under the overhang by the bank (water is muddy, about waste deep), when this large snake (~4' or 5') comes flying up out of the water a few inches from my crotch and dives off to the right, heading in the direction where my brother is. I yell bloody murder; he flips around, sees it diving back into the water, and he is nearer the middle of the stream, he jumps up, grabs this branch hanging over the water, and is stuck there. He's in his boxers, dripping wet, pulled up almost fetal-position to keep himself out of the water as the branch bends down, scared to get back in. By this point, I'm past being scared and I'm on the bank laughing so hard I can barely stand up. Takes almost 10 minutes for him to drop back into the water and high-step it to the bank.
Lots more, but those are among my favorites. So many more memories, it's hard to hold them all.
Jimmy Porter in Carrollton, TX - Sometime in 2000 -- My roommate throws his favorite 8X KC Whippet into the pond; ~40 degrees that day. We jump in after it. So cold we can't feel our legs. 15 minutes later we find it. Walk out of the water to discover WE HAVE NO LEG HAIR. The paint company up top of the hill had a spill they didn't post, and it leaked into the pond. Water has a chemical solvent in it and our legs are totally bare. We get the EPA out there to test the water, yada yada yada; turns out nothing too harmful. But I've never been so glad the water was low and I didn't go teabaggin' that day.
Audobon Park in Garland, TX -- Sometime in 2001 -- We are playing and a few of us all go in the same place in the bog on the back side (hole 13?). We manage to use some branches to feel around, drag discs through the muck, but I have to reach in to get them. I only get wet up to the elbow, but I have never smelled such an UNHOLY STENCH in my life. I got back to the car, poured water on my arm; used up a whole bottle of hand-sanitizer, and we still had to shut our discs in plastic bags and I had to drive home with my arm out the window. Awful feeling when your own arm stinks so bad you can't stand to have it in the car with you. I got home, showered with a bottle of Dawn and a green kitchen scrubby and took most of the skin off my arm. And still STUNK. It took days to get back to normal; and the discs that went in lived on the balcony for months.
Pyramids in Leicester, MA -- (private course) friend and I are playing in the winter in 2002. He throws his first run CE Aviar through the thin ice by the waterfall into the stream. We both strip to our boxes and jump in after it. 10 minutes, totally blue, we can't find the thing (snow and ice all around us). Southwick sees us down there and offers us the use of his outdoor hottub. We jump out of the creek, sprint up the hill through the snow and spend the rest of the afternoon in the hottub, practice putting. Person with the furtherest missed putt has to jump out of the hottub, run through the snow and retrieve all the discs (great game).
Bicentennial Park in Crowley, TX - 2004 - My brother and I are playing right after a big rainstorm. Creek is flowing pretty fast. After one round, it's slowed down quite a bit. One of us puts a 10X KC Teebird into the stream on one of the late holes (15?) and we figure we should jump in after it. It's not in the middle, so we start feeling around near the edges. I'm running my foot under the overhang by the bank (water is muddy, about waste deep), when this large snake (~4' or 5') comes flying up out of the water a few inches from my crotch and dives off to the right, heading in the direction where my brother is. I yell bloody murder; he flips around, sees it diving back into the water, and he is nearer the middle of the stream, he jumps up, grabs this branch hanging over the water, and is stuck there. He's in his boxers, dripping wet, pulled up almost fetal-position to keep himself out of the water as the branch bends down, scared to get back in. By this point, I'm past being scared and I'm on the bank laughing so hard I can barely stand up. Takes almost 10 minutes for him to drop back into the water and high-step it to the bank.
Lots more, but those are among my favorites. So many more memories, it's hard to hold them all.
