Hidden Shots

Being the stellar golfer that I am, I had one of those days on the golf course where I spent more time searching for my ball than hitting off the green. So sad!

Because of my extreme hitting accuracy (haha), I am often looking for wayward balls. One solution is to use pink or florescent pink balls. Easy to spot, right? Not necessarily! For example, you see this little jewel nestled under a patch of weeds? From the other side it is completely hidden. It took forever to find.

Or, take this little beauty. Embedded in the natural habitat is one cute little pink ball. Can you imagine if I used a white or yellow ball? Never would have found it.

But the best of all was having a ball get buried in the tall ornamental grass that lined the creek bed. I really could not find the ball until we started digging down into each tuft of grass. Yes, I took a drop. Since I play with such a great friend, no penalty was incurred.

The day ended in the sand, but at least I could spot the ball!

Moral of this story: Golfing is not about skill, but about the fun you have in the quiet outdoors with friends. Lots of laughs, memorable stories, and the occasional great shot. Love this sport!

Golf cover vs. Marmot Masher

Back in early December I wrote about my encounter with the coots. You may recall that I hit one of those ugly birds with my new hybrid club.  Ever since it has been called the “Coot Slayer.”

I had been wanting a driver to add to my meager collection of clubs. So for Christmas Dan got me a used club for a whopping  $59.00. He was skeptical I could use such a long club, so why spend a lot of money?  Smart thinking on his part!

The first day I took my club to the course I was playing in a foursome. Those poor people did not know the laughs they were in for. My friend had her bag well off to the side and was waiting for me to tee off. She had taken the squirrel cover off her driver and set it on top of the club. Oh, I hit the ball alright! I hit the squirrel in the head and knocked it off the club. I killed it! So my friends decided the driver needed a name. It is now known as the “Marmot Masher.”

Truth be told I am really quite good with this club now that I’ve learned to swing it correctly-well better than before. Golfing with me is an experience you will never forget. I provide great dinner table stories sure to entertain!