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Hmmmm, let me think. I know, it's the wildlife on the golf courses that interupt concentration on my high handicap golf game.

When I stop my cart and and get ready to walk to the tee, those crazy monkey squirrels will hop into the cart next to me and rummage through the cubby looking for a snack. Than there was the episode at Cane Garden when my wife saw the cutest little pig in the fairway next to the rough. She started to walk toward it until I told her it was a baby boar and mama, who had to be nearby, probably wouldn't appreciate it. How about those big, beautiful sand hill cranes that will invariably strut in front of you as you play those spectacular lakeside holes at Palmer. You have to wait and admire them as it totally throws your rhythm off. Of course there's that cute baby alligator that occasionally crosses a fairway headed for the pond. The others in your foursome drop their clubs and grab their cameras. Triple bogie that hole. As if that isn't enough distraction, you have to look out for mama and papa when you retrieve the ball you just shanked next to the water.

If only I could train one of those monkey squirrels to retrieve my ball, or, ahem, the occasional errant ball that goes into the rough or out of bounds. If they would just drop it where it left the fairway. That wouldn't be considered a penalty, would it?

Well, there you have it. Our little secret. A walking wildlife tour of our golf courses. I mean, do Tiger or Phil have to deal with these distractions?