Golf Grief

Ever wondered exactly where the mallards might go once they leave Bonnyville? If you look carefully you can see them.

Someone really liked this course, and had to phone home to tell Mike what he'd been doing on this fine January day.

I may look calm, relaxed and cheerful, but I assure you, I am not. There's the small matter of seven lost balls eating away at my mind/heart/gut/memory.

Like I said, a pretty little course. I forget the name, but will post it when I dig it up.

The holes were short and so easy to play. But the balls could get lost in a shadow!

GOLF GRIEF.......

On January 31st we did something new; we went golfing. There was a nice little par 3 course in Laughlin, complete with mallard ducks and mudhens that reminded me of Jessie Lake back home, minus the odour.

I learned something about myself; after I lose a ball or two, there's a subtle shift from wanting to finish the hole, to a game of Gimmee. As in, gimmee my ball back, like it's more important to retrieve or reclaim a lost ball than it is to continue with the game. The balls aren't that expensive, but I just can't accept that I have smacked it into a hidden place and can't recover it. I want everyone to stop playing, so I can find my ball(s) and then continue on.

On this particular course, the shots were ridiculously easy. Yet I managed to whack seven balls right into the water, rocks and trees, as if drawn by a magnet.

I've seen people throw clubs. Shame on them for displaying such a lack of self-control. Yet I found myself wanting desperately to do just that. Don't tell anyone, but I did toss a wedge furiously. But there was no release or relief, which pissed me off even more. Then some mudhens clumsily flip-flopped their way in front of me, reminding me that no matter how stupid they looked, hey, THEY hadn't lost seven balls. . .

The game lost its appeal after that. I didn't play out the last couple of holes. Someone's going to find those seven balls, or maybe not. I don't really care. All I know is, I don't have them!

Still, it was nice to be out there hacking instead of at home shovelling or shivering.