Was it Castaneda who said to pay attention to the co-incidences in your life? As in, there’s a reason for most of them.
I happen to like most animals excepting incessantly barking dogs and golf course geese. The former can usually be blamed on ignorant or evil owners and the latter on a lack of a good barking dog to chase them off the approaches where the grass seems most tasty.
Their V formations overhead at sunset, honking to rival a Bangkok rush hour always make me stop and follow their flight for a minute or two, hoping they rest at the liberty pond instead of my favorite fairway.
So last year when my mis-hit low screamer of a drive on the 15th flew into a grazing flock, my friends and I watched aghast as my Titleist struck an innocent(?) goose below his wing. By the time we reached him/her - hoping I wouldn’t have to complete the job - it was over. A few of the others eyed me suspiciously but backed away slowly after paying their respects.
A large snapping turtle took care of the final arrangements that night.
Apart from losing a good Pro V1 and a penalty stroke, I was surprised at the guilt and sorrow I felt for taking this life. Do they understand the risk they take? Should I take another driving lesson?
Love it. The "friends of friends" mayhem. I can so relate to this.
Was it Castaneda who said to pay attention to the co-incidences in your life? As in, there’s a reason for most of them.
I happen to like most animals excepting incessantly barking dogs and golf course geese. The former can usually be blamed on ignorant or evil owners and the latter on a lack of a good barking dog to chase them off the approaches where the grass seems most tasty.
Their V formations overhead at sunset, honking to rival a Bangkok rush hour always make me stop and follow their flight for a minute or two, hoping they rest at the liberty pond instead of my favorite fairway.
So last year when my mis-hit low screamer of a drive on the 15th flew into a grazing flock, my friends and I watched aghast as my Titleist struck an innocent(?) goose below his wing. By the time we reached him/her - hoping I wouldn’t have to complete the job - it was over. A few of the others eyed me suspiciously but backed away slowly after paying their respects.
A large snapping turtle took care of the final arrangements that night.
Apart from losing a good Pro V1 and a penalty stroke, I was surprised at the guilt and sorrow I felt for taking this life. Do they understand the risk they take? Should I take another driving lesson?
Christmas Goose?