i call this my winesider - pretty star sidewinder that acts of so sweet in the air
love the incrporation of charred black tree marks and green trash can hits into the clouds
a highly inapproproiate gazelle that always lightens my mood if i'm over par
my bird dog, chasin the birds, and often delivering
firebird proper, 11x, and smokin
squirrel girl. playing in a monthly last december i threw a drive with this that went straight up into the trees 30 feet down the fairway and got stuck. my group and i got under it, couldn't find it, then a second later it plunged to my feet, squireel skittering away on the branches. i was shocked and asked if anybody had thrown anything - no. squirrel saved me a stroke form the 2 meter rule; i rethrew the drive i needed to from the tee, and sank a 20 foot uphill putt to maintain par.
she used to be just a girl, now she's my squirrel girl. thanks to the girlfriend for the drawing





