Recent renovations in the golf course at my in-laws has uncovered a treasure beyond compare to a"prone-to-slice a putt right into a lake" like myself. The serendipitous situation: The country club drained a golf ball swallowing lake and relocated the sludge at the bottom into a field. Walking through this dried dirt is like walking through a mine field, except it was lacking the awful explosions and flying body parts. There was so many golf balls every where you looked. We filled a bucket (a smaller not pictured bucket), cleaned them, and will promptly lose the majority of them at the Back 9 on Saturday. Rescued from one body of water only to be back in it again.
1 comment:
Relax your wrists.
--tiger
Post a Comment