I went to my normal practice field today to work on my drives for the first time in about three months. Its not a very professionally kept field as its just used by the local Junior Football league. There aren't lines but from when I was a kid playing football there myself I remembered that they paint the lines with the Goal posts at the very back of the end zones. That makes them about 120 yards apart which is about 360ft. In the past I had only thrown one disc actually past the opposite goal post and into the trench filled with tall grass and muck that's about twenty feet behind the field.
Well today I successfully threw ALL of my Drivers into that tall grass and muck consecutively one right after the other throw after throw. Everything from my Wraiths as the fastest and My Teebirds as the slowest soared right past that goal post and into the crap beyond. I was having a blast doing it so wasn't thinking of consequences. I didn't have trouble finding my Valkyrie back when I first threw that far three months ago but that was only one disc and I now had sixteen of them out there and the grass was MUCH taller than it was earlier in the year.
Long story short about an hour and a half later I fumbled out of that swamp covered in muck and smelling like a sewer with only eleven of my discs left. I was more angry than I think I have ever been. I failed to find the following discs. 172 champ Orc, 175 Champ Valkyrie, 175 Star Valkyrie, and my brand spankin new 171 FLX Surge. They all have my name and number on them but I fear a lawn mower might find them before I ever get them back.
It gets worse, halfway back across the field I notice that I can't see my bag on the other side where I had left it. Someone walking by had just picked it up and walked off with it!!!! It was an innova deluxe bag with my phoenix straps on it and it still had my two rocs, two buzzzs and three wizards in it!!!! along with my ript revenge card game bug spray, absorbine jr. and like six minis. I have NEVER been more enraged and horribly angry than I was at that moment. I was latterly screaming obscenities at the top of my lungs. I know I shouldn't have left it there but I have done it countless other times and nobody ever messed with it. My town is one of those wholesome towns where most people are nice. Lately though the kids have been becoming little punks, I bet it was one of them.
So that's how the worst day in my disc golf career panned out. If I ever find out who did it I'm going break their arm and take my bag back. I think we should do like they did in the biblical times and stone thieves to death, but instead of stones we would throw discs. That would be a fitting punishment.... Discd to death.
UPDATE:Many of the drivers I lost were well broken in and worth a lot to me, and my mids and putters... those were all I had I knew them well... how the heck am I supposed to start over with new ones when I was so close with those ones? Its like I lost a loved one or something,