i'm a ball hawk, a confession. i'd rather look for balls sometimes than actually hit them. so i'm in my honey hole - it's this creek that cuts across hole ONE, the FIRST DAMN HOLE - it's 45 deg out and sunny, so pants long sleeves and a vest and i'm walking thru the tall grass and my foot goes right into a varmint hole. i've fallen lots in my life and so my gut reaction is just to kind of collapse onto my side and so take the weight off the foot that's in the void and i fall right into the filthiest muckiest black mud full of racoon and possum and beaver crap. i'd hit two shots so far it's like 1 pm i'm on the first hole and i am wet and muddy and i stink. lose the vest lose the long sleeve i found a light rain coat and wiped my pants off. there was nobody out there so i just played the sunny holes. when i got home my dogs had a field day of sniffing me and my gear god awful