The other night I was sitting at a picnic table in the parking lot a block from Kira's dojo/gym putting masks on discs, and then she had an hour between classes so we spent some time playing playing putter catch. And then it was too dark to work on discs anymore, but it occured to me that on the driving range I could see all the balls in the dark so I could probably throw a white disc out there and have no trouble finding it.
I picked one of those new overstable wide rimmed discs that was snow white and already had the stamp removed. I threw it good into the twilight, watched it disappear and then saw a brief flash of white as it hit the ground and skipped, in the general direction of the 110 yard flag.
I walked out there counting my normal and very accurate one-yard pace, and at 100 yards it was nowhere obvious. I walked another ten yards and saw it aways ahead still. 127 yards. Not my best throw ever, but a farther than I normally throw and a lot farther than I normally throw a first drive. And the disc was not nearly as overstable as others I had thrown of its kind.
So I wondered if I had miscounted my steps. I threw it the other way, and on the way back I counted on my fingers in ASL. 124 paces for sure. I throw 350 feet on a good throw. These two didn't even feel like good throws. So I kept throwing and it kept getting darker.
Finally I got what felt like a good throw. I never saw the flash of the skip but it seemed like it was going in the general direction of the car. I stopped at 100 paces and looked around. Couldn't see it. Then I stopped at 110 and looked around. Still couldn't see it. I made a little pile of golf balls to mark 110, in case I needed to start a search pattern. At 130 I saw it and I was not there yet. 137 paces.
So I checked on the clock and I had been throwing for 45 minutes. I decided to head back to the dojo. I told Kira about this and we wondered if I had been pacing short. We decided to stop at the high school on the way home to see if there was enough ambient light to throw. My first throw I got a horrible grip lock turn over shank off towards the dark side of the field, maybe over the fence behind the bleachers. Not good.
We looked for a at least 15 minutes and could not find it. Then I went to see if I had another one the same weight and run. I did. I threw that several times and never topped 115 paces, but now that I was on a football field I could see that my pacing was reasonably accurate. Was the other disc magic or was my arm just getting tired?
This morning I went to look for it in the light of the sunrise and found it right away.
Longest, fastest disc I've ever thrown. Was it the hour of warm up catch? Was it a few weeks of spinning the powerball but not throwing that much. Or was it the disc?