This is kind of off topic, but it is a Nikko story. Me and my buddy were playing DeLa and I found a disc not too far off the fairway on hole 3, it had Nikko's name & number, I just had the number dialed into my phone, when my buddy points to fairway 5 & says there is Nikko right there. I yelled over and said I found his disc, he asked if I could throw it his way & said thanks (I still don't know if it was a left disc from hole 3, or a wild shot from hole 5). Anyway we were a few holes behind him & his group for the rest of the evening. We get back to the parking lot & it is nearly dark, we see Nikko in the lot packing up to leave, while me & my friend BS in the parking lot. Nikko drives off & then it is just us & one other car in the lot. The other car starts to take off & stopped to ask if we left our bags in the parking lot, we said no & went to check them out, I pulled a disc out & found it was Nikko's bag. I immediately called him as his number was in my phone from earlier, he answered & I asked if he was missing a disc golf bag. He answered "you got to be effing kidding me! I left my bag?", I said no "you left TWO bags" (these were both very nice bags stuffed to the gills too). He quickly returned to the lot, when he drove up he commented on how "retarded" he was, then proceeded to comment on how nice we were to call. Then he grabbed his bags & left.
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