Alright, let’s talk about this weird thing – the Stavanger Golf Club pooper. Sounds crazy, right? I wasn’t there when that specific legendary event supposedly happened, if it even did, but man, I had my own run-in with something nasty out there.
I remember this one Saturday morning. Decided to hit the course early. Sun was just coming up, everything quiet. Perfect day for some golf, I thought. Got my clubs, headed out to the back nine first, trying to avoid the usual crowd.
So, I’m walking up to the 14th green. Nice little par 3. Took my shot, landed kinda near the fringe. Walked up there, ready to chip it close. And then I saw it. Just off the green, near the rough.
It wasn’t, you know, human, thank god. But it was a mess. Looked like someone had emptied their entire picnic basket and then some dogs, or maybe foxes, had a party. Stuff was everywhere.
- Plastic wrappers
- Half-eaten sandwiches
- Beer cans (empty, thankfully)
- Just general gross trash
And yeah, there was definitely some animal poop mixed in. Lots of it. Made the whole area stink. Ruined the whole vibe, you know? Here I am trying to enjoy a nice quiet morning, and I stumble onto this dump site.
What I Did Next
First thing I did was just stand there for a second, kinda pissed off. Who just leaves their crap like that? Seriously. It’s a golf course, not a landfill. Found a busted plastic bag nearby, probably from the same trash pile. Started picking up the worst of it. Didn’t want to leave it for the next person. Filled that bag pretty quick with cans and wrappers.
Didn’t touch the animal stuff, obviously. Not my job and didn’t have gloves. Walked back to the clubhouse after my round. Found one of the groundskeepers. Told him about the mess on 14. He just sighed, like it wasn’t the first time. Said they’d get someone out there.
Made me think, though. Whether it’s someone leaving trash everywhere, or the wilder stories you hear, like that ‘pooper’ thing… it just boils down to a lack of respect. People treat places like their personal garbage can. Really grinds my gears. Spoils it for everyone else just trying to have a decent time. So yeah, that’s my Stavanger Golf Club story. Not as dramatic as the title suggests, maybe, but definitely left a bad taste in my mouth.
