The prodigal disc

Today while playing a round of disc golf, I thought my beloved blue disc was lost forever. The disc is sentimental because my two friends gave it to me for my 26th birthday. Ironically, Karin, who is one of the girls who gave it to me was the one who accidently threw it into a stream...I mean an extremely swampy bog, that happens to have the shape of a stream. The water has the consistency of oatmeal, with a radioactive green color. And when you throw from the second disc golf tee, it's actually pretty easy to hit this hazard.
When Karin threw it in the drink, we thought it was gone forever. That is, until we later saw a redneck looking kid wading through the nasty water. We were all shocked. Why would anyone dare swim through such filth? Did he realize what kind of things grow in there? How long the bacteria had been festering?
Karin pointed to where the disc was lost. He felt around..."I just felt a fish," he said, running his fingers through the silty filth. "Here's a stick..." He kept feeling around until he finally pulled out the blue object and threw it on the bank.
I don't who that kid was, but we owe him big.
Maybe we could buy him a drum of body sanitzer or something.