golf, the goose, and me.
Based on a true story
It was a early fall morning when i went golfing with two of my friends, After taking the day off me and two of my friends decided to go golfing. One of my friends was running late, we met another friend at a driving range to hit a bucket of balls. My one friend was half asleep with a cigeratte in one hand and a coffee in the other. My friend curt and i were hitting the golf balls pretty strait and my other friend brain was hitting the golf balls all over the place.
After hitting the bucket of golf balls we shared it was time to tee off. Brian told us he was probably going to have a bad day, my friend curt told him it was proably because of what he was wearing. A long sleeve swearter. pants and sandels. We all started to laugh, mid way throught the round we were all doing pretty good. Curt was at even, i was 2 over par and brain well lets say he was hitting the green. We got up to a pretty challanging hole. the tee off box was on top of a hill going down and then the fairway went back up again.
I got up to the tee and hit a pretty good shot down the left side of the fairway hitting what i thought was a tree. As I started to walk closer to what look liked a tree stump was a goose. the goose was sleeping and i woke him up. I said sorry to the goose as i walked by to get my ball. The golf ball was in deep grass so i went to use a 9 iron to get out of it. I saw my friend brian laughing his head off before i was going to take my shot.. I looked and the goose was not to far behind me, i asked what he was laughing at and my friend told me the goose was almost going to attack me. I just shrugged it off and hit my ball a few more feet. I was walking to my ball again when i saw my other friend laughing. I looked back and the goose had his neck up, wings out and ready to attack me. I started to run away from it as it chased me. I had a 9 iron in my hand dragging my golf cart spilling my clubs out of it i stopped and said to myself. " I have a friggin 9 iron why am i running". I yelled at the top of my lungs and told the goose if he took another step id make him my dinner. The goose turned around and went back to where he was sleeping. I told curt as he was laughing all i could see in the newspaper was local golfer gets killed by gooose. My friends keep bringing it up every time we go golfing. Me scared of a little itty bitty goose and when its fall i tend to hide as they all gather to share stories and say to each other. time to get him, this is the year we get the golfer.
orignal story by bedrock
