Leslie(nova scotia)
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From the land of the Bluenose......well me son Marie knows how to send a bouy out golf egg wacking on a good note and I quote,"Don't get lost in the woods dear."
Brother Rick picked me up right on time and we headed for Indian Creek and met one as this bouy from work is Micmac and a great golf egg wacker going all the way back to the time when we used to circle the wagons whenever we saw him.
Rick (on right) chats it up with Crouse who also is a keener when it comes to golf egg wacking.
The horn sounded and we started on the 11th hole and I garbed the first thing I could find which was a pint of whiskey which I'm sure would help my non exsistant game. That is where the "W's" came into play...Wack...what the halibut, wack....where in the woods did it go..........wack..water... um!
Talk about a tough lie or lye. Felt strange being in the water and not swinging my Seahunter but I did rescue one pile of golf eggs from the drink!
and no it's not a yeti or Bigfoot it's where I ended up after another of my consistant 20 yard drives!
Sister Mick joins me for a little walk in the woods after loosening up.
Success....plus 14 in golf balls for the day and 7 over as a team on score.
Nice meal afterwards and I imagine it will be another 11 years before I golf egg wack again or at least next years tournie!
Stopped at Mom's on the way home and Tess let me know what he thought of my game! Lord love a duck everyone is a critic!
Next day it was back to the kind of swinging I was a pro at as the Freedom 3 and the Seahunter worked the area
on land first netting a few dinkies and a slew of pennies. Heat was on so into the water and out popped these two little numbers
as I was being followed by have the crowd of rugrats in the water.
Had to leave to get ready to play ball when disaster struck....wrenched my back getting out of the car so so much for that and my extra shift for tomorrow. Son of a sea horse...golden years more like the moldy years. Take for the day was 2 silver rings, 2 dinkies, a chain that may be silver, a sinker (not big enough to sink me as Marie later got in the car and got her butt soaked from my swish), 1968 1/2 silver quarter, button and 92 coins @$12.60
Brother Rick picked me up right on time and we headed for Indian Creek and met one as this bouy from work is Micmac and a great golf egg wacker going all the way back to the time when we used to circle the wagons whenever we saw him.
Rick (on right) chats it up with Crouse who also is a keener when it comes to golf egg wacking.
The horn sounded and we started on the 11th hole and I garbed the first thing I could find which was a pint of whiskey which I'm sure would help my non exsistant game. That is where the "W's" came into play...Wack...what the halibut, wack....where in the woods did it go..........wack..water... um!
Talk about a tough lie or lye. Felt strange being in the water and not swinging my Seahunter but I did rescue one pile of golf eggs from the drink!
and no it's not a yeti or Bigfoot it's where I ended up after another of my consistant 20 yard drives!
Sister Mick joins me for a little walk in the woods after loosening up.
Success....plus 14 in golf balls for the day and 7 over as a team on score.
Nice meal afterwards and I imagine it will be another 11 years before I golf egg wack again or at least next years tournie!
Stopped at Mom's on the way home and Tess let me know what he thought of my game! Lord love a duck everyone is a critic!
Next day it was back to the kind of swinging I was a pro at as the Freedom 3 and the Seahunter worked the area
on land first netting a few dinkies and a slew of pennies. Heat was on so into the water and out popped these two little numbers
as I was being followed by have the crowd of rugrats in the water.
Had to leave to get ready to play ball when disaster struck....wrenched my back getting out of the car so so much for that and my extra shift for tomorrow. Son of a sea horse...golden years more like the moldy years. Take for the day was 2 silver rings, 2 dinkies, a chain that may be silver, a sinker (not big enough to sink me as Marie later got in the car and got her butt soaked from my swish), 1968 1/2 silver quarter, button and 92 coins @$12.60
