so, i was flying through a solo round at la mirada, playing through groups of 8, 5, etc. all day long. 3 holes through my second round, another solo-discer with a stroller asks if he can play through a group with me & we end up playing the rest of the round together. Anyway, second-to-last hole, his turnover shot never does & his desk sails into the lake. after our round, we head to the lake to see if we can spot it. sure enough, no sign of it, however, there was this dude fishing right where we thought the disc had dropped. he told us he had 200+ discs in the back of his car & thousands more back home that he had fished outta the lake the last 6 years. he said he sold em, 3 for $10, & asked if my new friend wanted to find a replacement.
so, we both head over to this stranger's car, he pops the trunk & there's an assload of discs. without even thinking, i instinctively grab for the row of firebirds. first disc i grab is my 11-time championship firebird i threw into the lake 8 years earlier. it was the 2nd disc i ever bought & my name was still on it, along with an outdated telephone #. i held the disc in disbelief as i nearly shit my trousers. not only did he happen to place, out of the thousands of discs he had at home, the one disc that happened to be mine in the trunk of his car, but i was astounded that nobody else happened to grab such a wanted disk.
anyway, it was fucking sweet, then later that day, i got stuck in an elevator at the movie theater and got 10 free movie tickets to compensate...best day of my life!!!
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