A prickly situation.

Shortly after we posted our last entry, Joey and I decided to take advantage of our spacious surroundings and throw the disc (DP: as I'm sure you're interested in the layout of our field of play, I included a photo). After about five minutes of tossing, I tipped a (very) poorly thrown disc, and it landed squarely in the middle of a small ravine filled with thorn bushes (off the right hand side of the photo).

We approached the thicket and after about 10 minutes, located the disc (and confirmed that, as I mentiond, it was squarely in the middle of the bushes). After we found the disc we pretty much just stared at it and uttered a few unprintable euphemisms. Just as we were about to concede to the briar patch, the two gardeners approached us.

The first guy was in his late thirties,thin, with dark hair and a 2 day beard. The second was an older, dark complected man with toussled grey hair and a 'healthy' belly. After a few minutes of crouching and an exchange of "Dové's" (which means 'where') during which time the older gardener bloodied his chin on a thorn, we were able to show them where the disc was located. At that point the younger gardener (in Joey's words) "dominated" the thicket. He pretty much dove into it head on, thorns be damned. As he moved through the briar patch the older man directed him towards the target and eventually he found it and tossed it out to us. After the younger gardner made his way out of the bushes we exchanged "grazies" and "pregos" and parted ways.