After walking through beautiful woods for several hours, and after stopping for lunch at an outdoor cafe in a small mountain village, we entered an area of open fields. As we walked, an open field was on our left and a barbed wire fence was on our right. The fence was the boundary between the field and a golf course. The day was a beautiful day, bright sunshine, a high blue sky and the temperature was in the high 70's. Ahead of us were four golfers, two couples. We stopped, Nancy was about ten yards ahead of me. The golfers were [View Full Entry]

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