It’s not a hijack if I started the thread.
West Glacier, Montana. May evening. I’m the only person on the course - the clubhouse wasn’t open and a groundskeeper told me to just go ahead and play since they didn’t have an honor box.
On number 18 (par 4) I hit a 235 yard drive, which is good for me. Second shot, I drop a 7 iron about 40 yards off the green. As I’m walking up to my ball a herd of about 20 elk run out of the trees and start eating on the green.
I wait a few minutes, then wave my coat to scare them off. I put the ball three feet from the cup and TWO PUTT because the ball gets stuck in a hoofprint 6 inches from the cup.
I gave myself a par.