Yep. Right now one of those circling buzzards are telling the others: “Patience my arse! I’m going down there and KILL something!” ;)
It wasn’t a sand trap when he started.
That’s a bunker, not a sand trap. A bunker is a depression, it may have sand in it, but that doesn’t make it a sand trap.
I don’t know much about Golf, but can’t he just “take a stroke” (I think that’s what they call it, not sure) and place the ball outside the bunker?
I’ve putting out of many sand traps these days when they have limited firm sand and low edges.
Shut yer trap, dig?
A lady is setting off to have a round of golf after a series of lessons with the club pro. 15 minutes after leaving the clubhouse, she returns looking a little flustered and upset. “What’s wrong” says the golf pro realizing she’d only been gone a short time. “I’ve been stung be a bee” she said.“Where did it sting you” asked the pro. The lady replied “Between the first and second hole”“Ah”, said the golf pro as he nods. “Your stance is far too wide.”
He dug the bunker trying to get out of the sand trap.
Last time I had a golf club in my hands was about 50 years ago in Altus, OK. It was 105 degrees, the water hazards had evaporated and the sand traps blew away. The course consisted of the rough, the fairway and the brown.
Time to invent another sport. . .yoga, maybe?
I never knew golf existed in B.C.
I see one eye is on the hole marker. The other eye is on the buzzards/vultures marking the hole yet to be discovered some time in the future.
I have some buzzards that fly around the neighborhood. I usually see them if I am outside for more than 20 minutes. I don’t hate them, but I think I will invest in a Life Alert pretty soon. You know. That whole “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!” scenario seems a lot more ominous now.
The vultures are circling……it’s been 26 minutes…take a swing or take a stroke…
It was.. but a mere divot when he started.
As much fun as drowning worms …
been there, done that, gave up golf (at least temporarily)
Said the universe to 2020…
B. C. is contemplating his next move: “Let me mull again for a while.”
Don’t forget to replace your divot.
That started as a grass-less patch…
“It was the top of a knoll when I started.”
Go tell him to stick it in his ear…..
His divots have evolved wings.
If you are foolish enough to go around the landscape, trying to paste a little ball into a little hole here and there, and pay money to do it…
It is a TRAP! …
The vultures know when a dumb animal is trapped.
Vultures are circling; this is funny!