One can see some pretty interesting things out on the disc golf course... in my neck of the woods it's usually things like women's underwear (hung proudly on display in some sapling); destroyed discs (I even found a chunk of one that looked like it had been through a fire), not to mention other peoples' lost discs; a set of keys; plastic pill boxes; the occasional activity of local birds of prey; and I'd bet you folks could add aplenty to this list. But the most surreal thing happened to my brother Kenny and I out on the local course the other day...
Thursday morning, North Water Tower Park in Sarasota. The day was lovely, but threatened to get hot. On the back nine we had just come off a rather lackluster attempt to par hole #10, and hole #11 is a relatively short yet tree-ridden straight shot. Bright light filtered down through the treetops, creating patches of light and sun all the way to the basket. Kenny had stepped onto the tee pad to set up while I was making a comment about something to him. Suddenly, he spins away and off of the pad with a big grin on his face, shaking his head. While I was trying to figure out what was going on he stepped back up and teed off, hitting a tree not far down the fairway, somewhat typically for us. I was still trying to get out of him what had happened, and he only told me to get on the tee pad and I would see for myself.
When I did I first glanced down at the basket, but then what Kenny saw caught my eye, and I too had pretty much the same reaction as he did.
About 40 ft. down the fairway is a large oak tree to the left, and it has large branch that sticks out into the fairway to a significant degree. This branch dips down a bit and then back up where it starts to split into smaller branches. One of these branches sticks out towards the tee pad, and - believe it or not - reclining up on that first branch was a woman.
We couldn't see her face because of the second branch, but as we looked on we could see her tossing her reddish-blond hair around. Kenny and I kept looking back at each other in astonishment. Seeing a woman in the tree right in front of us was easily the last thing we had expected to find, and we were somewhat rattled by it all. Elements of a fairy story were coming to my mind... two travelers in a sun-dappled wooded glade encountering a wood nymph, at home in her favorite oak lookout, teasing the travelers with her charms. The only thing missing was her being naked, I tell you. It was all quite surreal.
I took my shot, and ended up pretty much the same as Kenny. After all, we didn't want to hit the wood nymph lest she cast a pall on the rest of our game. We walked on past her to resume our round, and as we moved on down the fairway she got down out of the tree and headed off in the opposite direction, disappearing into the distance. No par here for either of us, but as we threw our final putts Kenny suggested that we take a stroke off each of our scores because of what we now considered a unexpected interruption of our game face, as it were.
I hear that.