Hope Valley, dogleg left, downhill par 4
The woodpecker is hard at work, rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat echoes through the hardwoods.
A Great Horned Owl swoops in and nestles on a low hanging limb 30 feet away. Our eyes meet, I can tell its not afraid, hoo-hoo-who are you? "Hello owl" I softly say, and slowly begin creeping toward him, or her, I couldn't say. Its stare was transfixed on me like cold-blooded laser beams staring me down, daring me with each step forward. Near in the distance at the woodland edge, a spotted fawn and it's mother watch cautiously. I pause for a moment wondering, then back away in awe, it was my turn to putt..