this summer has come and gone like a great blue heron flying very quickly in one direction.
one of the craziest things that happened was on the breckenridge golf course. i was walking around while kevin, his dad, and brother played. it is a spectacular place to walk around. i would not want to be chasing a blasted little white ball into the chaparral and beaver ponds, but it is a spectacular place to walk around.
it was a par 4 on the front 9, and everybody hit their second shots close to the green. kevin’s dad’s ball unfortunately went into a greenside bunker. maybe the first time i’ve ever seen him hit a shot into a bunker. everybody else’s shots were on the green. we were about 100 yards away.
suddenly, a big fox appeared. big like 40 lbs. he looked at us, trotted across the green, down into the bunker, took kevin’s dad’s ball out of the trap, and dropped it on the green 10 feet from the hole.
he then trotted to kevin’s brother’s ball, picked it up, and ran away with it into the woods.
supposedly he thinks the balls are eggs.
supposedly there is a fox den in breckenridge overflowing with titleist pro v1’s.
kevin’s dad played the ball from the green where the fox left it. after the round, we heard that the right ruling would have been to put his ball back in the bunker.