Used golf balls

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

My husband tells me stories about when he was a kid. They used to ride their bicycles about ten mile down to the golf course. He would get there early in the morning trying to beat the other kids at diving in the ponds to feel around the muddy bottom for used golf balls. He would also bring extra dry clothes for himself . Some days he was hired to be a caddy and made extra money. Everything was fine until one day one of the boys discovered a snapping turtle after it bit his toe. So after that day everybody talk twice about going into the pond.


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