After some serious persuasion by WTM, I am to give you an account of a rather strange encounter with “certain” wildlife on the Skukuza Golf Course. The “encounter” has been mentioned on the forum before- but not in detail.
In March this year, a mate and I decided to visit the park with the girlfriends and golf clubs in tow. After a couple of early mornings, the girls were tired and wanted a sleep in, giving us the perfect opportunity to venture forth on the hollowed ground of the SGC- and venture forth we did!
We loaded up the Golf cart:
1. First the beers- vital (that’s akin to leaving the medi-kit at home)
2. The golf balls- cause I’m not fetching my ball when its in that bush
3. The clubs- for the sport and protection
After a fairly uneventful first couple of holes (ok- I lie- I’m not the best golfer- but then my attention is not on the golf) we arrived at the 4th tie, to find a perfect imprint of a lion paw in the wet ground, together with a steaming pile of evidence! (Now you understand the extra golf balls!) With the golf partner keeping watch (over the beers- not in direct sunlight please
- and for possible stalking lions) we played on.
On the 8th I pushed my drive slightly, under a tree, but still in the fairway and therefore not warranting a new ball, I was duly dropped off at my ball while my partner (who drives slightly further than I do- ok ok, a lot) went after his. With a pitching wedge in my hands, I lined up the shot and “assumed the stance”. I knew that I had to win this hole to tie up the game and give me a chance to take the match. The concentration was immense! I pictured the perfect shot, then myself making the perfect shot and started my backswing…
The footsteps of a charging horse
The snort of an something angry
Cue panic and a look….. its an impala. Shoo- the relief!
But its charging at me………!
PANIC- I did what any normal man would do!
I dropped the only weapon I had
and swan dived behind the tree- it missed me by millimetres. Then the enraged, snarling and snorting beast of an impala stopped- looked me up and down and calmly walked away, passed my hyperventilating partner rolling on the floor. (Not from concern- from laughter)
I dusted myself off, picked up my pitching wedge and looked at my ball, freshly ground into the grass with impala prints on it. I lost the game, I lost a lot of pride- but that’s golf folks!