Average Working Day
The first four and a half years living here all I did was play, which was not all bad. I golfed three to five times a week, played softball three days a week, bowled and played poker once a week and went out to dinner twice a week. These were my every week scheduled activities. I did many other things like read, billiards, trips, entertain guests, more dinning out, moving things around in my garage, drinking a beer or two, etc., to fill in my spare time. As I've told others that ask, The Villages is a unique retirement community where you can be as active as you want or not.
With all that said, I hurt my leg playing softball about a year ago and decided to make some changes while I was sitting on my butt for about three weeks while a tear was healing. The change I made was to get a part time job on one of the golf courses.
This is me in my "golf uniform". I've been working for about a year now and for the most part I enjoy it. I work two days a week on a driving range which I like the best and one day an an ambassador on one of the courses. As an ambassador (We are called ambassadors for golf instead of the more negative terms like course marshall or ranger.), we run into all sorts of things. I've had to look for hearing aides, gloves, clubs, jackets, jewelry, hats, fought wasps on a pin flags and around a couple bathrooms, and many other activities that breaks up running around in my cart.
Today I deserved some hazard pay. I received a call (a golfer used her cell phone to call the course that called me on my radio) that there was a snake on one of the greens. So off I went to do battle and move the snake on. I figured it would be gone by the time I got there. However, when I arrived, I got a big surprise. The snake, still there, was about 4 to 5 foot long and as least two or three inches thick. It was a Cotton Mouth getting some sun on the fringe of the green. Since they have a tendency to be mean and full of poison, I decided I was not paid enough to do battle. So I watched it for while and guided a couple groups of golfers around the snake asking the course boss what he was going to do about my new found friend. The good news was the pin location was on the other side of the green, so most of the activity was away from it.
So after some great advice telling me not to go to close to it but with no assistance being promised and getting tired of it getting closer and closer to the golfers, I decided to see if I could move it on. At first it was not very interested in moving, but did seem interested in me. I threw a couple sticks at him, but he didn't seem to care. So I took the pin out of the hole and used it to move him a little. He didn't move at first. I think he was just watching and waiting to see if I would get closer, but mama didn't raise no dummy. Finally I did get him to agree to move back into the pond by the green. He seemed happy and I was still alive, so off I went to fulfill my other duties. After a little while I made a return trip and my buddy was back heading for the green again. I used the pin flag again and after a few ugly movements with him decided to go toward me or the water, he went back to the water. After one more check and not finding him I figured his sun bathing was over and my shift done, so we both went our separate ways to do battle another day. And you guys think I lead a boring life.
With all that said, I hurt my leg playing softball about a year ago and decided to make some changes while I was sitting on my butt for about three weeks while a tear was healing. The change I made was to get a part time job on one of the golf courses.
Today I deserved some hazard pay. I received a call (a golfer used her cell phone to call the course that called me on my radio) that there was a snake on one of the greens. So off I went to do battle and move the snake on. I figured it would be gone by the time I got there. However, when I arrived, I got a big surprise. The snake, still there, was about 4 to 5 foot long and as least two or three inches thick. It was a Cotton Mouth getting some sun on the fringe of the green. Since they have a tendency to be mean and full of poison, I decided I was not paid enough to do battle. So I watched it for while and guided a couple groups of golfers around the snake asking the course boss what he was going to do about my new found friend. The good news was the pin location was on the other side of the green, so most of the activity was away from it.
So after some great advice telling me not to go to close to it but with no assistance being promised and getting tired of it getting closer and closer to the golfers, I decided to see if I could move it on. At first it was not very interested in moving, but did seem interested in me. I threw a couple sticks at him, but he didn't seem to care. So I took the pin out of the hole and used it to move him a little. He didn't move at first. I think he was just watching and waiting to see if I would get closer, but mama didn't raise no dummy. Finally I did get him to agree to move back into the pond by the green. He seemed happy and I was still alive, so off I went to fulfill my other duties. After a little while I made a return trip and my buddy was back heading for the green again. I used the pin flag again and after a few ugly movements with him decided to go toward me or the water, he went back to the water. After one more check and not finding him I figured his sun bathing was over and my shift done, so we both went our separate ways to do battle another day. And you guys think I lead a boring life.
2 Comments:
Looking good, Bob. Your picture is very ....nice.
Now, had that picture been of a female "ambassador", she would have had on short shorts, a tight top, and would have been bending over to pick up a ball.
For the women on the course, I'd say you were a little overdressed.
Good story. Maybe you should write a children's book.
Ranger Bob and the Golf Snake.
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