He follows me no matter where I go. Old Trail, The Homestead, Trump National, Stony Creek, no matter the course, he’s always there. He’s a Golf Fly and his favorite perch is on one of my white golf balls.
My Golf Fly is particular, though. He won’t land on a green golf ball, just a white one. I don’t know how he does it, but no matter where I hit my drive, he zeroes in and settles on top of the ball, then waits till I approach to fly away. Sometimes I have to shoo him off the ball before I swing. I wouldn’t want to smash my Golf Fly, you know.
Why he lands on white golf balls, I haven’t a clue. Maybe he’s just trying to help me find my ball. He knows that I scatter my drives, but he’s always there, right on top and waiting. Rain and heat have kept me off the course for the past few weeks, but I’m confident that when I go again – no matter where I go – my Golf Fly will be waiting.