Greengos On The Golf Course

If you had read a few of my previous posts you'd know that me and my brother used to go into the golf course lakes at night to search for golf balls. We made pretty good money for 11 and 12 year olds.

Well one night while we were scrimpin (see previous post for definition of scrimpin) for golf balls the hispanic maintenance guy was approaching the lake in his gas powered cart. Normally we didn't pay much attention because he rarely came close enough to the lake to see us, but this time it was different. He was still coming straight towards the lake and that's when me and my brother got out of the lake and started to make a run for it.

We had our wetsuits on and after about a hundred yards we were getting really tired. Have you ever tried to sprint in a wetsuit? Needless to say we kept running and the maintenance guy kept gaining on us. We both could see a low part in the chain-link fence that we could make over pretty quickly. We reached the fence before the maintenance guy caught up to us. We both flew over the fence like Navy Seals on a mission, but as I was pushing myself away my hand got caught on the top of the fence. The top of the chain-link fence had the ends sticking up and my hand snagged one of them. I didn't know it at the time because of all the adrenaline, but the fence went into my hand pretty deep and it ripped a nice chunk of skin from my hand.

I didn't noticed my hand until we were far enough away and my hand started to throb. We went home and I cleaned up my hand with water and a bandaid. I couldn't go scrimpin for golf balls for a couple of weeks because I didn't want to get an infection from the lake water. After it healed up me and my brother were back at the lakes.