Yesterday the Sherpherd and I purchased some new discs to play disc golf with. The Shepherd found the perfect disc to compliment his side arm release. After playing 2 rounds with him, the pricey disc and he were clearly meant to be.
So today on the first hole, I figured I’d stand by the lake while the other guys teed off just in the rare case a disc would approach the water. The Shepherds drive (which was dead accurate yesterday) made an incredibly sharp turn towards the lake at the last moment.
I was able to position my self with heels to the lake where it looked as though the trajectory of the disc was break and with arms fully extended over my head holding my discs to gain an extra half foot or so timed my jump just perfectly to deflect his disc from going into the lake and at the speed and height it was traveling to surely be lost forever.
Those disc move a hell of a lot faster when they’re coming at you than when they’re leaving. Oh, and they also hurt like hell when they strike your bare hand. But it was worth it as a fine disc was saved today, a very fine disc indeed.