Member-only story
Karma in the Disc Golf World
The day I ate a bag of discs.
Disc golf is an all season activity that can be enjoyed while remaining physically distant. It has exploded in the age of Covid-19. Anyone who plays knows that courses are getting more and more crowded as many new players, like myself, have joined the sport. I got hooked, quick, and I had no idea that my new obsession would lead me to face an ethical dilemma.
After I was taken for my first round I decided I needed my own discs, so I went to online classifieds. I found somebody selling a disc golf bag (quite valuable unto itself) that was also full of discs. The price per disc was very low and so I made arrangements to drive pretty far to pick them up. Lucky for me, I’d be passing through the distant town during a prearranged road trip. It all seemed to line up perfectly.
I knew nothing about golf discs at that time. I now understand that there are all kinds of disc plastics, weights and aerodynamic designs. There are putters for short distance throws, drivers for longer ones and mid-range discs for in between. It gets more complicated, but I won’t get into that, here.
When I got to the home of the dude selling the discs, he showed me the bag and pointed out that it was ripped but could easily be repaired. Alright, no big deal, I guess. Even without the bag the price for the discs was…
