After we got back from Montreal, my good buddy Rosco (aka Rausages Sausages) was in town so we went out to dinner Friday night and then golfing Saturday morning. As you can see it was a beautiful day for golf. It was nice to reminisce about old times and catch up with Ross, although I think we might have ignored the cries of help from an injured hunter. On the west side of the golf course there is a large wetland area, and apparently somewhere in that area a hunter was injured and there were police and search planes out looking for him. We heard what might have been a animal or perhaps an person from the bushes, but whatever it was only made one groaning noise and stooped. Anyway golf was really fun.



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