I played my three best rounds of the entire year and was the big winner, collecting $2.25 from my friends in our friendly waging.
I lost only 10 golf balls and never my temper.
The beverage cart managed to find me every four or five holes. Mmm, frosty Yuengling on the links.
And not only did I make this putt ...
... but also the 300-pound black bear crossing the fairway behind me didn't eat my sorry, saddle-shoed ass.
Ah, communing with nature! Hope you had a cart in case escape was necessary.
ReplyDeleteYou are allowed a mulligan in case of black bear.
ReplyDeleteSame thing for a hot blonde.
*this is me with a look of pure shock on my face*
ReplyDeleteBut you HAVE to admit, it's kind of cool...
ReplyDeleteI would have needed to change my shorts.
ReplyDeleteJust sayin'.
We always make fun of Brother-in-law for being terrified of bears when he spent most of his life in North Jersey. I guess there might be something in that irrational fear after all.
ReplyDeleteAnd I thought we were starting a Bull Market.
ReplyDeleteThis is why I stick with mini golf. The little windmills are intimidating enough to me.
ReplyDeleteAw , he just wanted to play through....
ReplyDeleteAw, good bear! Goooood bear!
ReplyDeleteWhew! I love the graininess of that bear photo. It's reminiscent of that famous Bigfoot video. Was he or wasn't he actually there? ;o)
ReplyDeleteWonder what the bears average is:D
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