[photo by Gary]
In yesterday's run along my beloved Pig Farm 10 mile route, I found a golf ball in a corn field (the corn is barely up and visibility is good).
This one was in a field beside the road, at least 1500' from the nearest house, with a scrubby woodlot on the other side of the road. Certainly NOT a result where someone was practicing in their backyard and one got away.
Then a mile later I found the golf tee laying on the road.
Thus my incisive golf-ball-while-running coverage continues. Last previous post was here where I postulated:
The ubiquitousness of finding golf balls in unlikely places now leads me to consider some formerly outlandish theories. I'm beginning to suspect that they are alien eggs, prepositioned, awaiting a hidden signal, and when they all hatch en masse there will be hell to pay for mankind.
The link to Ultrarunning? None, other than I was running when I found these artifacts. Plus Ultrarunning is a sport; golf is not. Case closed.