(I have no idea why golfers are so avid to bat their little balls into the world's watercourses, but I wish they would stop. Here you see just four of about a dozen I encountered on the tideland a few days ago.
I once snorkelled around a small island that was within view of several waterfront houses, and collected a bucketful of balls off the bottom in the process. The presence of a few more on the littoral itself suggested someone in those houses was playing "hit the island".
Another time my nephew and I were anchored in a pretty little bay, fishing, and a householder came out and started driving at us. His shots consistently fell short, and I suspect he knew we were out of range and meant no insult beyond a little joke, but... fishing, remember? I'd bet the bottom beneath us was already littered with those insufferable little plastic balls.
This snotty habit probably has little environmental impact beyond unsightliness, but it's still contemptuous and annoying.
Grow up, people.)
I once snorkelled around a small island that was within view of several waterfront houses, and collected a bucketful of balls off the bottom in the process. The presence of a few more on the littoral itself suggested someone in those houses was playing "hit the island".
Another time my nephew and I were anchored in a pretty little bay, fishing, and a householder came out and started driving at us. His shots consistently fell short, and I suspect he knew we were out of range and meant no insult beyond a little joke, but... fishing, remember? I'd bet the bottom beneath us was already littered with those insufferable little plastic balls.
This snotty habit probably has little environmental impact beyond unsightliness, but it's still contemptuous and annoying.
Grow up, people.)
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