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That's the frustration with me: great shots mixed with absolute cluelessness. I never know why I hit one poorly, and I never know why I hit one well.

The strolling and chatting is always fun though. This morning's round was especially nice, as there was no one behind or ahead of us within two holes.

I went 42-53 today. Played with some work colleagues, the back 9 made me want to shoot myself. I'm a 22 hcp

Hitchcock at the golf course today. Walking over to the par-3 17th, there was a black bird with a touch of red sitting high in a tree. It swooped down on my friend, missed him, circled back and dive-bombed into his hat. Then it flew close over me. Obviously it was guarding a nest. When we reached the tee, I turned around and threw a golf ball back at the tree--no intention of hitting it, just wanted to, you know, send a message, like I was Bob Gibson or something. My throw was 20 feet short of the tree--I'm sure the bird got a good laugh out of that. Then it wouldn't leave us alone as we played the hole. It flew over us twice more (not as close because we held clubs up), and moved closer as we were on the green, watching us from the marsh. There were agitated geese milling about, too, adding to the fun. My friend was so unnerved, he picked up. I made bogey.