Okay, here’s a golf first: a squirrel falls from
the sky, hits the earth with a thud, and before it has a chance to collect
itself, it’s immediately scooped up in the jaws of a coyote running mach 5. The
coyote, mouth full, quickly disappears in the brush. If I didn’t know better,
I’d say it was a relay!
It happened so fast and the timing was so
perfect we actually thought it was staged! The hawk that originally “owned” the
squirrel kept flying after it dropped its prey; it never broke wing-stride, just
slowly flew away.
Remarkable!
But that was not going to be the only remarkable
event of the day! We move now into Ripley’s Believe It or Not territory. Riva and I
share a cart, Fred and Ed are in theirs. I suggest (foolishly) that lefties
play against righties. I know we’re going to get destroyed. The “Fred-and-Ed-some”
is notorious for its partner play. Sextants aside, these guys live for these
moments! Their smiles immediately disappear and they go into factory mode.
Distances, wind, roll—they have headphones on now and Riva looks at me and
says, “See what you started!”
Dueling banjos have nothing on these guys; they
are both on the tee looking like scouts from some past cavalry, talking to each
other while looking through binoculars (range things). A short nod and I am already regretting the suggestion.
We somehow tie the first hole!
And then, we proceed to win the next eight … Riva
and I both shoot 42! We end up 83-86, respectively. We finish 4 and
3! I write this only because it is so rare that these guys ever go down! I’m looking for an
old tooth to put under my pillow! Great sports, they bought us
beers.
Oh, and Raggio’s new Titleist AP1 irons perform
past expectations!
This is a true story!
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