Golf and Tuna

So I played golf with a student from my youth group today. Stephen is an excellent golfer and currently competes with the Chelsea High Golf Team. Needless to say, he put me to shame. The point of this blog is to put two things together you don't usually hear - golf and tuna. "What the crap are you talking about?", you might ask.

We played at a course in Childersburg called Coosa Pines, conveniently located right next to the "Abibati Bowater" paper mill (if you say the name real fast it sounds cool). Yes, that is the stink you smell if you've ever driven down 280 past Harpersville. It smells like raw tuna. Yep, we smelt it the entire time we played golf. It was managable until the end of the round, where the final two holes sit closest to the mill. I wanted to gag. I had to cover my nose with my shirt. I couldn't take it.

So I didn't come away with a great golf score, nor did I come away with clothes that smelled remotely neutral, but I have learned a new phrase that sounds excellent as it rolls off my tongue - "Abibati Bowater!"