It Was One of Those Kind of Nights
After completing one year of college, I have plenty of good and bad memories to reflect upon. But the story of the picture above could take the cake as the most memorable night of college so far.
It all started off with the occurence of a meteor shower last week/a few weeks ago (I can’t remember when it happened). On campus there are two golf courses where anyone from the community can come and play, and back by a maintenence building there are paths through the woods with leads to the Biology reserve, and of course, the golf courses. So John (the injured man picture above) and I went exploring. We found some random houses and a huge open field to try and watch the meteor shower, but the field was too overgrown to chill out there and take in some meteors flying dangerously close to our Earth’s atmosphere. So we found another random trail and started following it.
This trail coincidentily led right to the trail I originally wanted to take! It was awesome! We take the afore mentioned trail through the woods for a little while and we eventually wind up on the golf course. To watch the meteor shower I brought a blanket to protect us from the wet grass, and we scoped out a decent viewing place. After watching the stars for about a half an hour, we got bored and decided to wander the golf course at 2 in the morning and go on a little bit of an adventure. We devise that the best way to maneuver our way back safely to the residence hall where we live is to follow the course until it takes us to the club hose, where we know how to get back from there.
This went on for a while, we jumped through the massive sprinklers that could slice a man in half, and in total, saw…
- 5 Deer
- 6 Raccoons
- 2 Skunks
As we strolled the fairways, we saw our destination off in the distance. Little to our knowledge however, there is a service road that goes through the entire golf course, and we both had flashlights and were being loud and obnoxious. So were weren’t sure if anyone heard us or not. When a car started making its way toward us, we got very worried. As the vehicle came closer, these thoughts ran through our heads…
- We can’t get caught!
- We’re trespassing!
- We can’t go to jail, neither of us would survive!
The closest hiding place was a sand bunker, so we each dive in to hide from the car! The car passes, we slowly come out from the bunker, but another car is coming! And this one one the OU Police Department! It’s like we are in a movie, we hide behind hills, dart from tree grove to tree grove. To say the least, we were extremely sneaky. Then we both agree how we can’t go to the club house now, because that is a bigger chance of getting caught. We needed another plan.
That plan came in the form of a main road right next to the course. When we get closer our escape route, there is a fence in the way, which we overcome fairly easily. But what we didn’t realize is that there was a second fence! I go first. It’s tricky because there is bent over barbed-wire, but I manage to get over safely. John however, is not as nimble as I. He’s on the top of the fence, about to jump off. As he drops, his foot gets caught on the wire! Sending him in a face first plummet to the earth. I run over askingis he’s ok. He rolls over screaming if his nose is broken. It looks fine to me. But his wrist, not so much. It looks terrible. It resembles a dog paw. Nasty. But we are about a mile and a half from my car so I can take him to the ER. We walk a little ways, I call Jenn, his girlfriend, to convinve her she doesn’t need to drive 30 minutes here to come to help us. After that, his pain starts increasing and his hand is swelling more and more as the minutes go by.
I strap on my backpack as tight as it can go, and sprint toward the car! I hop in and speed of toward John, when I see him, he is truding up a hill looking defeated. I speed to the closest hospital and get him to the ER.
A few hours later at 6 am, I leave with a highly drugged/hallucinating John and a new cast in tow.
All in all, it was a night I won’t forget. And either will John.
Morale of the story: If you are to trespass on a golf course late at night. Don’t jump fences. It is dangerous and will result in injury.




