Did you yell "four"?

I was playing with our head pro and a good friend at the time, Dr. Miller (a vet) one afternnoon, and while riding with the pro he proceded to chase a flock of Canadian Geese off the fairway with the cart. He always does this as he hates the birds doing their business all over his course. He got a little too close to one and it came up lame, couldn't get away fast enough and had it's neck run over...

He was in really bad shape (the pro...the Geese was dead on the spot)...but not as bad as the Dr. He came running over yelling at the pro, "What the hell did you do that for?!?! Oh my god!! Quick, get me a towel." He placed it in the towel, drove it to his car and to his hospital to what we could have only guessed to attempt to revive it.

The Doc never played with us again. The pro does not change geese on the course any more. I carry an extra towel...you never know when your going to need it.

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