Eagle, Birdie, Python
All you duffers out there will have experienced the infamous lost ball. That happens when a golf ball simply vanishes after you hit it. Many of you have learned to curse your clubs, the course, your skills (or lack thereof) or even the gods of golf themselves. But we suspect there is another reason altogether: the snakes took the ball.
BRISBANE, Australia - A snake has been saved by surgery after mistaking four golf balls for a meal of chicken eggs, a veterinarian said Wednesday.
A couple had placed the balls in their chicken coop at Nobbys Creek in New South Wales state to encourage their hen to nest, Australian Associated Press reported.
They found the balls missing last month and a lumpy carpet python nearby.
They took the 32-inch non-venomous snake to the nearby Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary, where senior veterinarian Michael Pyne operated to remove the balls from the snake's intestine.
Carpet python, indeed. That was actually the common fairway python. We now know what is causing all the lost golf balls - it wasn't our fault at all! We humbly expect credit for the newest golf term: "python."
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By Mockin'bird, Wednesday, 2 January , 2008 @ 2:21 pm
Carpet python, indeed.
Eatin’ golf balls.
And, the snake was allowed admittance to the chicken coop.
Somethin’ just ain’t right.
By Kevin B, Wednesday, 2 January , 2008 @ 4:33 pm
Oh dear. This reminds me of a joke. Apologies in advance.
Scene: A Roman Catholic confessional.
Sinner: Bless me Father for I have sinned. It’s been one week since my last confession.
Priest: Tell me your sins my son.
Sinner: I have taken the Lord’s name in vain, and used foul language.
Priest: These are serious sins, my son. Tell me the circumstances.
Sinner: It was on the eighth at Silvermere. You know, the long par four. I cracked my drive 300 yds down the middle and I was just walking down the fairway when a squirrel came out of the trees, picked up my ball and ran back towards the trees.
Priest: Well I can see that would upset you, but that’s no excuse for your sins.
Sinner: No Father, that wasn’t it. Just then a hawk swooped down from above and grabbed the squirrel and made of with it.
Priest: Well you’ve got no chance of finding it now, but it’s still no excuse.
Sinner: No Father, there’s more. The hawk flew away north and as it was flying over the eighth green, the squirrel dropped my ball and it rolled up a foot from the pin!
Priest: Oh For God’s sake man, don’t tell me you missed the f***ing putt!
By NortonPete, Wednesday, 2 January , 2008 @ 5:01 pm
Excellent joke.
By martian, Thursday, 3 January , 2008 @ 9:58 am
I heard a very similar joke only it was a St. Peter and God playing golf together. The ball grabbed by the squirrel belonged to God and when it got dropped it rolled into the cup for a hole-in-one. The punch line is that St. Peter turns to God and says, “Did you come out here to screw around with me or play golf?”
By wheels, Thursday, 3 January , 2008 @ 10:42 am
More grist for the Animal Uprising mill: camouflage.
When I was in high school, my father was stationed at an Air Force base near San Antonio. Golfers were warned about one of the hazards on the local courses: cottonmouth moccasins. You had to be very alert reaching for balls in the rough, because something white of the appropriate size could be a cottonmouth prepared to strike.