The Community of Disc Golfers and About All Things Disc Golf
A young man had finally decided to move away from his families home. He had packed his only possession, a little dinner plate, and left without a word. After many days of wandering, he began to starve. Suddenly, his nose caught fire with the smell of food. He ran and ran until he found himself in a bazaar of sorts. People were everywhere. His hunger panged in his gut. "Free food for the guys with…
© 2013 Created by Terry "the Pirate" Calhoun.