Seymore101 Maybe not so funny story....
When I was there, I lived alone , had nothing else to do so I literally was at work all day long. Started in the golf shop where we literally held tee times "hostage" for big tipping guests like one time Willie Nelson and his band came out to play, unannounced.
Gave lessons for a third of the day and played gambling golf games with other professional staff. You know, putting chipping, wedge shots, etc. Summer was BRUTALLY hot but I had nothing else to do.
One day, the Superintendent was in the shop asking if anyone wanted to help out at dusk. Of course, it was me.
I don't remember the hole number, but it was right off Highway 15 there.
The job at hand was to get rid of what he referred to as "Coots". I now know them as "Mud Hens". Turns out either they did damage, chased off regular or desirable birds. I still don't know.
So he hands me a huge rifle BB Gun shooting .177 caliber pellets and says, here you go, get rid of them.
He drives a quarter of the way to my left and we started.
At first, I thought just the noise would do the job. Nope.
Then I thought spraying them with water from the shot would get rid of them. Nope.
So here we were, 9pm shooting Coots.
Well, a guy that lived on the course wasn't too thrilled and called the police.
Long story shorter.... We end up sitting at the station house to "cool off".
No charges, no cuffs, no paperwork, Nothing. just two of us sitting in the hallway on a couple of nice black padded chairs.
two hours later, the cop says... You know what you guys were doing was wrong? - As he is talking to us, my head turns to the right and I am staring at the Super as if you say.... "Did YOU know it was wrong?"
Laughing, the cop tells us... Just get outta here, but I will be there to play tomorrow....
