A few years ago OTH Bob and I went to Orchard for lunch, but it was raining like crazy so we decided to head across the street and look at discs at GI Joes instead. I find a really pretty fly-dye Valkyrie that I considered buying, but I talked myselft out of it because I already had a ton. As soon as I set it down Bob picks it up and says, "Well, if you won't buy it, I will." I always gave him a bad time about throwing "my disc
About a year later, Bob tells me that he lost "my" disc
. Apparently someone found it and called him, but flaked out when it came time to meet up.
A few months later I'm at Orchard, just putting out, when the disc
lands about 30 feet behind me. Someone had just thrown it from hole two. I walked over and picked it up - Bob's name and number were still on the back. The guy came running over to me yelling that I had his disc
. I said I didn't think so because the name on the back said Bob, and he didn't look anything like Bob.
He got very defensive and appologetic, but still seemed suprised when I took the disc
with me (it appeared to be his only driver).
Three days later Bob lost it for good (apparently) in the creek at Champoeg.