Shaughnessy Golf and Country Club just happens to foster an entire pack of coyotes on premises... almost completley unafraid of us I learned when middle of the day saw a stand-off on number one tee-box... ... hit it too far right off the 6th tee and it's an unofficial hazard to unwilling souls facing 7 adultes raising 3 other little ones... ... ...
... and I don't even know if coyotes eat eggs... but lets pretend they do because it makes the story better... but I'm on range duty driving the picker around as a coyote runs out, tail up, to a golf ball, tries to bite it, fails, tail down, runs to another golf ball, tail up, tries to bite it, tail down, runs to another golf ball... ... ... and there's probably a thousand golf balls on this range and this dog is checking them all... starting every once in a while as a ball lands close by... walking over to sniff it, bite it, tail down... and I'm sitting here knowing the dog is wasting it's time... and little by little it's even starting to figure this out... but not soon enough... how to tell two things apart that look so similar... one satisfying and one a Rubber Polybutadiene cored titleist range ball... I can because I'm smarter and thus mandated to laugh and make fun of this and any thing and/or person not as smart as me...
... but take this up one step further... and bear with an outused sermon for a second... and think about a being with that much higher a perspective than me over that coyote... and how it might laugh at all of us in our own little pursuits of fulfillment... taking a bite of each one only to realize its full of Polybutadiene...
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