To Help, Or Not To Help? That Is The Question.
After playing this wonderful sport for years, a special situation occurred today in the heart of Atlanta at Perkerson Park.
When I threw my 2010 Champion Innova TL from mid-fairway, there were no worries. I was sure to find it; no brush, weeds or growth to over think about… I thought.
Walking roughly 150 feet away, once I was in the landing zone, I knew I was wrong. Ivy EVERYWHERE. I threw an orange disc, so that should be visible, right?
The small, but plentiful dead ivy leaves turned to a beautiful Autumn orange color, and gathered underneath the still healthy.
“Let’s just leave it.”, I said.
Finding the disc would be a needle in the haystack challenge, and I have two in the group: J.T. Hamman & new friend to Dogleg Tommy Lesesne who diligently helped and cared as a disc golfer should.
We were close to the basket with a blind view of the tee pad behind us, hoping no one was angry in our time consuming search.
Out of (what seemed) NOWHERE a disc golfer behind us approached and noticed we were looking for a lost disc. He not only decided to help, but to physically exert himself down a steep slope 250′ away, approach strangers, and help find a disc; knowing: “Find it or not, I still need to backtrack on this hole.”
In my opinion, that’s how you play good disc golf. I made sure I shook his hand.
My disc was found, and he’s the one that found it.