Tragedy On The Golf Course

Yesterday was Billy's birthday, and he wanted to play 18 holes of golf. We went to Desert Willows golf course in Henderson. It was going to be my first time actually playing a real game, so I was a little apprehensive. I've spent the last couple months just practicing driving the ball, but have been afraid to play a game where people can see how terrible I am.
Well it turned out not to be too bad. I loved it, but the day started out with a little bit of tragedy. I decided before we would tee off I would hit a few practice balls at the driving range to warm up. Well, I hit the ball at the same time a bunny was reaching up to get some leaves off a bush, and yep you guessed it - I hit the bunny and it flipped in the air and died. I killed it. Dead.

This was probably the bunnies family looking for it.
This was probably the dad. He would not move for us to pass. Finally he slowly walked away circling around us. Billy asked me if Jack Rabbits attack.
The rest of the day was a blast. I did pretty ok - even parred a couple holes. I'm terrible, but most people are, and who cares, it was so much fun. I think I could play golf every day. The only other tragedy of the day was my score.