Three of us worked for the BOD of NOCC the last few days. Nice guys and decent money. Thank goodness too. First loops I’ve had in almost a week.
It was the opening of hunting season (some bird I think) and one of the dogs lost his way and wound up at Fallen Oak. He had a radio transmitter attached to his collar and marked with numbers on his front and hind quarters. I’ve been told these canines are starved to heighten their senses and this one looked it. One of the employees fed him large bag of dog treats which he wolfed down with ease. The owners were contacted and arrived in quick time. We found out that Ruff was the beagle’s name and you could tell by his posture and mannerisms he was intimidated when they arrived. So sad.
Yesterday, the howl of beasts and rapport of shotguns started off our day. Not exactly the expected peace and tranquility of a fine golfing establishment but I love the smell of
napalm gun powder in the morning.
Not going to Q-School. Will have to rely on my informants for any info. You know who you are.
Then there was this: