All this talk of golf is making me sort of nostalgic of bushwacking days chasing after errant golf balls...most of which I could never find.

I did have some fun though...remember golfing at the course up on Kodiak. It ran right along the Buskin River, signs everywhere told you to let the bears play through, and they were serious.

Now all I need to do is dig out my golf clubs, hit a bucket of balls at the range, realize how much I suck and throw the clubs back into storage...that way I will not show up at the event and make a total fool of myself.