I was out of the office last week and spent a wonderful week with my wife and daughter in Gulf Shores, Alabama.
It is one our favorite places to vacation. I had visions of a scorching heat, but I think we were better off than the folks in southeastern Indiana.
In addition to the time spent with my family, I was able to play a little golf. Golf is something I rarely do anymore. It is just hard for me to find the time.
Golf in lower Alabama is a little different than in Indiana.
Hazards and rough sometimes mean more than the words describe. I had played a few times on other trips to Alabama and on a couple excursions out West. I knew of the dangers of hitting the ball outside the fairway. Critters are just a little less friendly than the common squirrel, chipmunk or turtle often found around here.
The person I was playing with was a bit of a novice to the conditions and what might lie in the tall grass and near the watering holes.
On two different occasions I was able to gain a bit of an advantage. I did hit a shot or two off target (hard to believe for a person who only plays a couple times a year) and was forced to cautiously approach the hazard where the ball might have come to rest.
In the process, I got a little closer to nature than needed. Still, I kept calm and knew this would be much more distracting for my reptile-fearing playing partner. I asked him to come over and help me look knowing there on the edge of the hazard rested a relatively large snake. Just as he approached (No, I was not going to let him get too close), the snake took off deeper into the tall grass. I am not sure who moved faster – the snake or Aaron.