Aloha folks. Mike Owens here - probably not a familiar name to most of you, I know.
Harry, or Scott or "Shimp" as I called him, and I have been close friends for about 20 years now. I was with him for the past two years after I moved back here from Hawaii in June of 2010. He told me of his re-introduction to Frisbee golf, disc golf as it's properly called now, and how it had come to be. He and I played a BUNCH of disc golf back in the mid '70's through the early '80's (with our separate groups of friends back then of course), so it was very cool to get back in the swing of the discs again. Of course both of my sons had also taken an interest in disc that summer and Scott/Harry helped them in ways they don't even know yet.
He said he wanted a new hat and got on e-bay, found a hat he liked and it had a logo on it - a disc golf logo, and that's what got him started back into the game we loved as young bucks in our 20's. We proceeded to play as much as we could - me being somewhat of a newbie with the new kinds of plastic and he fast becoming very good at the game. (Back "in the day" we played disc golf with three discs and ONLY three discs - a Master frisbee - either black or white, a 141g and, if we were lucky a small 119g). All of our courses were sort of spur of the moment ones, mostly on college campuses and the entire game was built around "mandos" - "it has to split those two branches, it has to go under that sign, it has to hit the road sign on the back side", etc.
I will miss Harry/Scott/Shimp for the rest of my life as we bonded almost immediately when we met at the public access television station I built in Salina where he became one of our best volunteers and then later a staff member himself.
I spoke with him pretty much daily for the past two years and was staying with him in Salina when he had chemo or radiation treatments. I told him, and always believed it myself when I said I visualized us playing disc golf again. We both had hoped that the radiation would kick the cancer's ass and strength would return, slowly. I was extremely fortunate to have spoken with him the evening before he passed. My ex-wife and two daughters and I visited with him twice on Saturday. He smiled, told us he loved us, etc. and was very much at peace with what he knew was coming. We had hoped we could have gotten his daughter here to speak with him one last time, but even though she came, we were just a few hours too late.
I have hundreds of pictures and years of memories ready to share with anyone who would like to. I wrote Ron Convers Jr. on facebook suggesting we name the annual Kansas State Super Class championship tournament after him and that I didn't have the movers and shakers of disc golf on my speed dial like Harry did so if there was/is a way to get help in doing so, I would be more than happy, I would be proud to work towards naming that Super Class gig after him - "baby!"
It is very encouraging to see that many others here feel the same way about naming the event in his honor.
Long live the king of Avenger SS rollers and perhaps the most intelligent man I've ever had the pleasure of knowing in my life. All of my kids regard him as their "second dad" because of the totally positive energies and messages and lessons he laid on them. They love him and so do I. Thank you to everyone who has posted here. The minis that were signed are here and will become part of something.. I'm not sure yet.. but something honoring his memory and his life.
Mahalo nui loa friends. He's smiling on all of us right now and will be for the rest of our lives! His memory lives on inside each and every one of us. Please call for details/more info or just to help show me the path I need to take to name the Super Class Tournament in his name. Mike Owens - 316-250-6684
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