Dave Q;
Your mention of Weequahic Park jogged my memory as to what truly was the most unusual sighting I've had on a golf course.
I knew the neighborhood was questionable, so I came up with what I thought was a brilliant idea to play there. I would arrive at daybreak, presumably when most of the townsfolk were retiring into bed after a weekend night, play a quick round, and hightail it out of town.
I arrived though empty city streets, and felt a surge of confidence. My optimism was shortlived, however, when I arrived at the clubhouse to find it still padlocked. However, a few other early arrivals were milling around outside, so I got in line with them.
Shortly thereafter, someone came and opened up, and when I went inside and announced my status as a single, I was told to head to the starter's hut outside to buy my ticket.
I went up to the starter's shack, and asked if I could possibly get a game. The starter stared at me blankly for several uncomfortable seconds, and it was only then that I noticed that beads of sweat were rolling down his face in the chilly morning air. Several more seconds passed in silence, until I saw his eyes start to roll back in his head..
In a flash, he darted up, and out the side door of the shed, and rushed over to a hedgerow where he proceeded to hurl orangish, projectile vomit in a frightening spray.
A minute later, he returned to the shed, took my money, gave me a ticket...completely nonplussed, and told me I was on the tee with a threesome.
I swear to God that it was the first and only time I've ever swung and missed on the first tee!