April's Life Adventures

Friday, September 09, 2005

Golf Course High Jinx

Lately I have been thinking about fun memories that I have in my past. Thinking that a few of these would be a bit entertaining, I set out to share a few. Running behind my house was a nice sidewalk that lead to a greenbelt, (green grassy area owned by the city). Anyway, just beyond this greenbelt was a small gully and then, the source of much entertainment, a golf course. In an attempt to be clear in my descriptions, I must say that the greenbelt was considerably higher than the golf course, to a child, this felt like a cliff when it was actually just a nice hill.

I think that at one time or another, every kid in the neighborhood went down in that gully to look for golf balls that we could sell back to golfers for a quarter a piece. At times, we would dare each other to dart out of the trees and steal the golf course flag. One of my sisters and a few of our cousins were caught playing this game, our parents were called and many punishments were given. Needless to say, I learned my lesson from them and decided to be a bit more creative with my pursuit of entertainment.

A few friends and I constructed a balloon launcher out of some rubber tubes from bicycle tires. To test our creation, we filled a cooler with water balloons and headed to the greenbelt. The golf course beyond was empty, so we launched a few test shots. We needed to be precise in our aim, as we thought that we would only get one chance at this. After a few tries, we could hit the putting green every time. We waited for our unsuspecting prey.

Soon a golf cart could be seen driving towards the putting green. Our chance was close at hand! In order to avoid detection, we lay flat on our stomachs and peered from our perch on the greenbelt. As the golfers approached the hole, we took aim. The balloon was released and we pressed ourselves again to the ground. We knew that we had hit our target by the intense cursing coming from the direction of the putting green.

Waiting until the soggy golfers moved on and new quarry appeared, we tried our luck a second time, then a third, and even a fourth. Each and every time we angered golfers for our own merriment. It wasn't until a golf course ranger appeared that we decided that our fun was at an end. One more shot, the ranger was soaked and we ran. Disappearing into our friend's house, there was no way for the golf course to find the culprits. It was a great day. Beware golfers, you may just get soaked by some ingenious mischief makers!

Posted by April_Mommy :: 11:09 AM :: 6 comments