The Burning Stump

I nearly forgot to post this.

This happened on Monday. I was golfing with a parishioner at a place called South Shore Golf Course. One of my shots (I forget which hole), went awry, as they are wont to do. We were riding around along the fairway trying to find my ball. I saw it and said, "There it is." My partner said, "Over there? By the burning stump?" I hadn't noticed that the stump was on fire. And so, I was like, "Yeah. Oh, it IS on fire!" So, I moved the ball away from the burning stump (about 1 club length) and made my next shot. In the photo, that's exactly where the ball landed. I had to preserve that for posterity.

Apparently, there was a ground crew clearing some trees on the course near that hole. And the decided to burn one of the remaining stumps. I'll never forget it. Of all the things I expected to find on the golf course that day, a burning stump was not even on my radar screen.

For what that's worth.