Strange Golf Experience

[KJJ]

I was in the Palm Springs area back in July. I met up with a couple friends and we played some golf. We were playing a beautiful resort course in Palm Desert called Desert Willow. The temperature that day was pushing 115 degrees. It was HOT but of course it was a dry heat. The wind felt like a blow torch. It was so hot we practically had the course to ourselves. I was having a real rough day....hey I’m no Tiger Woods! After snap hooking a drive into the desert I angrily jumped in my cart to go look for my ball. As I was looking all I could see was desert sand, a couple of tumble weeds blowing in the wind and a roadrunner relieving itself...man they sure do pee funny! I couldn’t find my ball anywhere. It was a brand new Titeist Pro V1X that I spent $20 a sleeve for in the pro shop. :bang2: As I was cursing I saw what appeared to be a woman staring directly at me from about 50 yards away on the side of the fairway near a bunker. She was wearing a long white gown with a veil draped over her face. The way the sun was hitting her she almost appeared to glow. Could I being seeing things? Maybe the sun and heat were getting to me. I didn’t know whether to pour a cup of cold water over my head or drop on my knees and give the sign of the cross. I thought my God could I be witnessing a miracle? hno: Could this be an apparition? If so why the hell would she pick me? I haven't even been to church in 10 years. Maybe she got her wires crossed and meant to appear to some kids herding sheep in Portugal or to some down on their luck cobbler in Ecuador. You never hear about visions appearing to golfers at posh golf resorts. As I was gazing at her in amazement I noticed some guy walking up to her wearing a tux and I realized she isn’t a vision but a bride posing for wedding photos...@#$%!!! I knew it was too good to be true. I could have asked her for another ball and a good lie. When I arrived back to my friends they asked me if I found my ball. I said no but I bumped into the Virgin Mary. She said she was going to perform a miracle and that all of us are going to get a hole in one at the par 3 17th hole! lol

 

[Hostile]

Great story. I hope you won't mind if I share one.

Living in Arizona I know all too well about the dry heat. Many of the courses here are desert courses and you have to search for a lost ball amongst cacti and rocks.

One time I was having a great round and then I hit a ball out into the desert. As I was searching for the ball I actually found. Very near a coiled up rattlesnake.

I did not want to take a drop. I wanted to hit that ball. Not possible with the snake there and he was not leaving.

I actually considered killing the snake but there were two problems. He might still hit the ball and cause a foul and the only thing I have to kill it was a golf club. Also, I really don't like killing an animal for nothing. The snake wasn't doing anything wrong after all. I'm the fool who disturbed his nap with my golf ball.

So while I am contemplating killing the snake with my 9 iron I pictured doing it Happy Gilmore style with a running, swinging start. As I was going through this in my head I pictured the snake striking in mid swing, my club catching him in the belly rather than the head, my follow trough picking him up off the ground and then sliding down the shaft of the club right onto my head and shoulders.

I took the drop and left an expensive Nike ball with the snake.

 

[Kangaroo]

I was in Huntsville Texas in college and I was playing a cheap course I hit the ball near a little bit of water more like a stream I could spit and have more water one problem the ball was like 2 " from a 3' Alligator nothing scary but I could just see something going wrong trying to get that dam ball and no way I would be able to hit the darn thing unless I wanted to stand right next to the gator and hope I did not screw up and hit it in the nose.

Needless the say the dam Gator inherited a golfball

 

[Hoofbite]

Great story. I hope you won't mind if I share one.

Living in Arizona I know all too well about the dry heat. Many of the courses here are desert courses and you have to search for a lost ball amongst cacti and rocks.

One time I was having a great round and then I hit a ball out into the desert. As I was searching for the ball I actually found. Very near a coiled up rattlesnake.

I did not want to take a drop. I wanted to hit that ball. Not possible with the snake there and he was not leaving.

I actually considered killing the snake but there were two problems. He might still hit the ball and cause a foul and the only thing I have to kill it was a golf club. Also, I really don't like killing an animal for nothing. The snake wasn't doing anything wrong after all. I'm the fool who disturbed his nap with my golf ball.

So while I am contemplating killing the snake with my 9 iron I pictured doing it Happy Gilmore style with a running, swinging start. As I was going through this in my head I pictured the snake striking in mid swing, my club catching him in the belly rather than the head, my follow trough picking him up off the ground and then sliding down the shaft of the club right onto my head and shoulders.

I took the drop and left an expensive Nike ball with the snake.

Should have smashed it with a big *** rock, bit his rattler off and wore it as a badge of honor. That's what Buehler would have done.

 

[masomenos]

I've had a fox steal my ball off the fairway and run away before and I've also been hit in the head by some yahoo who teed off too soon.

 

[KJJ]

Great story. I hope you won't mind if I share one.

Living in Arizona I know all too well about the dry heat. Many of the courses here are desert courses and you have to search for a lost ball amongst cacti and rocks.

One time I was having a great round and then I hit a ball out into the desert. As I was searching for the ball I actually found. Very near a coiled up rattlesnake.

I did not want to take a drop. I wanted to hit that ball. Not possible with the snake there and he was not leaving.

I actually considered killing the snake but there were two problems. He might still hit the ball and cause a foul and the only thing I have to kill it was a golf club. Also, I really don't like killing an animal for nothing. The snake wasn't doing anything wrong after all. I'm the fool who disturbed his nap with my golf ball.

So while I am contemplating killing the snake with my 9 iron I pictured doing it Happy Gilmore style with a running, swinging start. As I was going through this in my head I pictured the snake striking in mid swing, my club catching him in the belly rather than the head, my follow trough picking him up off the ground and then sliding down the shaft of the club right onto my head and shoulders.

I took the drop and left an expensive Nike ball with the snake.

You definitely have to watch for rattlers on desert courses. I play alot of golf in the Vegas area and they have rattlesnake warning signs posted on alot of courses. I don't go near anything that can inject venom into my body. I have a tough enough time making contact with a golf ball so I don't think I would attempt striking a snake with a club. A whiff or a shank could be real costly in that situation. I'm sure if the late Steve Irwin of crocodile hunter fame played golf he would probably get more caught up hunting for snakes on desert courses than looking for lost golf balls. Could you imagine lining up a putt then all of a sudden seeing him run up like a kid in a candy store full of enthusiasm holding an 8 ft long diamond back rattler by the head shoving it in your face telling you " Isn't he GORGOUS!"