Well, it's happened again--finding yet another golf ball while running along a rural road where no self-respecting golf ball ought to be.
I've previously noted this phenomenon here, and I still have no cogent explanation. But it happens enough--say 5 or 6 times a year--to seem to be a bit more than random chance.
I'm glad that I took up Ultrarunning first, as there would be no time in my life for golf as well. Both sports (and in the case of golf I use the term "sport" extremely loosely) are notorious time suckers.
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