Mischief

Up early for a 9 am shot gun tee time. A last minute draw switch got HH a place in a cart and moved the cart owner’s son into my group. He’s a good player and  I felt sorry for him playing with three rabbits, but he couldn’t have been more charming – and the rabbits responded by playing reasonably well. I actually hit some really sweet shots, so I was happy even if I didn’t score too well. And both father and son came first in their categories, so all ended very happily.  
 
Couldn’t resist this little miss’s mischievous expression – her voice was another story, high-pitched and piercing, but no-one’s perfect…