Had an interesting experience during my vacation a couple of weeks ago, the story of which came to a happy conclusion just a hour or so ago with a trip down to the post office.
Two weeks ago today, around 7:30 PM, I was at Clover Dell Park in Sedalia, MO, on the last hole of a long 72 hole filled day. The back nine at this particular course was shall we say minimally maintenanced, and last hole was a long 635' shot that after you got past some early pine trees was open to the pin. I break out my orange P-PD, throw a rudimentary lefty hyzer over the pines, and step out to the side to see around the trees to view where it landed, and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it hit the ground.
Problem here is the ground here isn't exactly nice even, park quality yet. Still a lot of rutted spots and depressions, with clumped grass, any spot of which your disc could hide in and you'd not see it unless you walked right over it. I searched for about five minutes and with sunset looming, and me still needing to do an hour's drive that evening, I started to get panicky. Then my cell phone rang.
The phone said that the call was from area code 319, and not knowing where that was, I assumed it was a wrong number, but went ahead and answered it. Turns out the call was from a guy from Iowa, who was playing at Lake Hastings in Hastings, NE, and had thrown his disc into a water hazard there. In the process of searching for it, he had found other discs including mine, which I had thrown in that lake last October. A disc that thought that I had thrown it in so deep, that nobody would have found it.
And what was that disc? Lo and behold, it was an orange P-PD, the replacement of which I was now presently looking for in choppy grass. I was rather taken in by the coincidental nature of this. I mean what are the odds? Eventually, I did find my disc and finish the hole.
I told him to text me his name and address, and I'd send him a bubble mailer, which I sent off with some stamps for the return trip and a $3 reward the following Thursday. Today, I got the mailer back with my disc. Here's the original and its replacement, united again. After nine months underwater, the one on the left still looks good.
So to Andy Endorf from Waterloo, Iowa, a hearty and genuine thank you. The disc golf world could use more guys like you.
:clap:
I might note that this is the third time I've had lost discs returned by mail, and the second time from out of state. This is why I put my name and phone number on them. Doesn't work all the time, or even half the time, but on occasion it does deliver results.
Two weeks ago today, around 7:30 PM, I was at Clover Dell Park in Sedalia, MO, on the last hole of a long 72 hole filled day. The back nine at this particular course was shall we say minimally maintenanced, and last hole was a long 635' shot that after you got past some early pine trees was open to the pin. I break out my orange P-PD, throw a rudimentary lefty hyzer over the pines, and step out to the side to see around the trees to view where it landed, and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it hit the ground.
Problem here is the ground here isn't exactly nice even, park quality yet. Still a lot of rutted spots and depressions, with clumped grass, any spot of which your disc could hide in and you'd not see it unless you walked right over it. I searched for about five minutes and with sunset looming, and me still needing to do an hour's drive that evening, I started to get panicky. Then my cell phone rang.
The phone said that the call was from area code 319, and not knowing where that was, I assumed it was a wrong number, but went ahead and answered it. Turns out the call was from a guy from Iowa, who was playing at Lake Hastings in Hastings, NE, and had thrown his disc into a water hazard there. In the process of searching for it, he had found other discs including mine, which I had thrown in that lake last October. A disc that thought that I had thrown it in so deep, that nobody would have found it.
And what was that disc? Lo and behold, it was an orange P-PD, the replacement of which I was now presently looking for in choppy grass. I was rather taken in by the coincidental nature of this. I mean what are the odds? Eventually, I did find my disc and finish the hole.
I told him to text me his name and address, and I'd send him a bubble mailer, which I sent off with some stamps for the return trip and a $3 reward the following Thursday. Today, I got the mailer back with my disc. Here's the original and its replacement, united again. After nine months underwater, the one on the left still looks good.
So to Andy Endorf from Waterloo, Iowa, a hearty and genuine thank you. The disc golf world could use more guys like you.
:clap:
I might note that this is the third time I've had lost discs returned by mail, and the second time from out of state. This is why I put my name and phone number on them. Doesn't work all the time, or even half the time, but on occasion it does deliver results.
