Fromtherough
Assistant Pro
Finished early yesterday to take advantage of the glorious weather and headed for a round on my own. The course was almost empty, which I hadn't been expecting and was an added bonus. Was one of them days that makes you appreciate our sport. To top it all off I was hitting it sweeter than I have been lately. Got to the par 3 7th with not a care in the world. Hit a lovely 6 iron to 5 feet dead. I then rolled in the putt for a birdie. It was quickly turning into the most enjoyable round of the year. Was thinking of treating the wife to a meal out and a few drinks in the beer garden as I picked the ball out of the hole. Then my fingers touched something other than the ball..... Never jumped so much as it was so unexpected. Looked into the hole and there, laying next to my ball was the half eaten, decaying, festering remains of a rat. Eeeewwwwwwwww!!!!! Borked numerous times but managed to somehow suppress the urge to vomit. Round over at that point as my head was gone. More importantly my hands needed disinfecting! I left my ball where it was and headed in (there was no one directly behind to warn). Reported it giving some poor soul the onerous task of sorting it out. Day of golf ruined. Keeps giving me the "shudders" now when I think of it!
