The disc. Not just another piece of plastic... No. This disc represents more to some than the world means to most. Years of practice. Years of sacrifice. Years of dedication..... A lifetime of achievement. When Walter Morrison developed the flying disc in 1948, did he anticipate the impact it would have? The way it would alter the course of history? One can only assume he did not. Capturing humankind’s drive to fly, harnessed by form and flexibility over fuel and force.

An escape from the everyday. A respect for mother nature. A break from the real world. A meditation on the cosmos, embodied by the flying disc. A simple game that invites and utilizes the entire spectrum. Beefy OR flippy. Stable OR understable. Hyzer OR Anhyzer. Backhand OR sidearm. A delicate dance between the opposites, centered on winning.

A place where all can feel safe. Doctors. Lawyers. Engineers. Politicians. Dentists. Flight Attendants. Engineers. Pastors. School Teachers.... Surfers.... Although professions are hidden from the naked eye, the struggles beneath start to show forth once the game begins.

On the field.... every ONE is equal, but weapons and tactics are not. Your weapons??? Putters, midranges, and drivers. Your tactics?? Your lines are your voice.

The order and chaos of the sport... navigating through what you can control and what you cannot. Variance in polypropylene, temperature, wind, terrain, elevation. Selecting disc speed and stability. And of course, strength and practice. These are the variables that determine who ends up on top.

The sound of plastic drawing metal will echo into eternity as legends rise and fall. Few champions will make it into the circle. Only you can flex around the trees of your life. Only you can make it to the lead card. Now is your time. So sling it, rip it, and run it. BE FIERCE.