Here in Columbus oh, the nearest course to my house, called Griggs Reservoir Park, is a public park the runs down the edge of a river. It can be a nice course, but needless to say most regulars have lost at least one disc in the drink.
On thursday I decided to make the day dedicated to throwin and threw three local courses since the weather here has been stellar. The last course I chose to throw was Griggs and I met up with my bro and his friend after they got out of class. One of the first things out of my bro's mouth was how he lost his disc in the wet stuff the week prior and was really bummed about it. I asked him if it was marked and he said he marked it exactly the same way as all of his others.
When teeing off on the 5th hole, we noticed The Infamous River Rat, another avid disc golfer who dredges in the water at his own risk to find all of those lost discs people paid hard earned money for.
I have always had a distaste for this guy because I know he doesn't call people back when he finds marked discs. He'd rather sell them and make a quick profit.
After walking to our discs he had given up his search for the day and was walking back to the parking lot behind us. I yelled to him "Are any of those marked?!" he proceeded to briskly jot through the stack and yelled back and quick "Nope!" My bro ran up to me and said "Thats my green leopard on top there! I know it!" We tracked the guy down and looked through the stack.
Right on top was my bro's green champ leopard, marked just like all of his discs. I told the dude we were taking it back. He started to give us shit, asking "How am I supposed to know it yours?" My bro whipped out another one of his discs, marked the exact same way, and the dude finally gave us the disc.
After the round I noticed his little shop posted right next to the first tee, so i decided to see what he had. I would say 1/3 of the discs he was selling were marked with phone numbers! I asked him if he ever called the people and he just ignored me.
This just doesn't seem right to me, and further proves that marking your discs is becoming futile.
What are your thoughts?
Cheers!
Tony