Some of my readers may remember my first world-famous description of my golf ball encounter on my back deck, and the questions about where it came from, or in fact, why it is there. Some wanted to know an update, on what is next to transpire.
Well, here it is: I found a Nitro 4 ball in the stones in my front yard, this time, near the street, and then while watering my bushes, found another one, a Callaway, hidden under the branches of the bush, and I probably would not have found it unless I was watering.
The first one was interesting in how it presented, on my deck, almost begging to be seen and discussed.
The second one was easily seen by the street, but the final one, was hidden. They are all high-quality golf balls and only one of them had a tiny green scuff mark on it as if it may have been played somewhere, although only briefly, and weakly.
So, since my neighborhood is not a golf course, or near a golf course, or any terrain that would favor hitting balls, the theory remains, that it could be an owl or eagle, dropping the balls near my house for some unknown reason.
As far as the spiritual aspect of this, or the sign that it may portend from the cosmos, I tend to doubt it, because it is no longer random.
Instead, I realize someone is playing a game with me now and that person is having fun creating fuel for stories that I am writing about by mysterious golf ball appearances. I do appreciate your generosity in giving me these very nice, high-quality balls that you seem to have no use for. Quality golf balls are expensive and I appreciate your gifts.
If you want the distinct honor of playing a game of golf with me, just let me know, but realize that many simple paparazzi desire to meet me, just like you —golf ball thrower who has no life — and all must be checked by my security team with a background check first. Either way, my balls are bigger and better and higher quality than yours, and we are watching you.
© SRCarson Publications 2026
Hmmmm. I wonder what Josey Wales would do about this situation. Perhaps he and his trusted horse and most prized pistol might stage a stake out in the backyard and wait for this most wanted culprit, who either has no idea how to play golf or is intent on breaking windows, to strike again. Because, “Now remember, when things look bad… then you got to get mean, I mean plumb mad dog mean because if you lose your head and you give up then you neither live nor win and that’s just the way it is.” Cleverly written piece Dr. Carson. Keep us posted on this mystery. And please stay safe. And perhaps it is time to dust these mysterious golf balls for prints.
“I’m still laughing at ‘my balls are bigger and better than yours.” The image of a bored neighbor trying to outsmart your security team by tossing high-quality Nitros into your bushes is hilarious. Whether it’s an eagle or a person with too much free time, they’ve certainly succeeded in giving us another great chapter. Cheers to the free golf balls!
“The mystery deepens! I love how you’ve pivoted from the spiritual sign theory to a classic neighborhood psychological game. The detail about the Callaway hidden under the branches makes it clear: this “paparazzo” is definitely putting some effort into the placement. It’s like a scavenger hunt where the prize is a spot on your blog. Can’t wait to see where the next one turns up!”
Haha, I love this! Whether it’s an owl or a bored neighbor, at least you’re getting some expensive golf balls out of the deal. That final warning to the “golf ball thrower” was classic—keep the mystery coming!
What a strange and cool mystery. It’s funny how someone is actually trying to give you “fuel” for your blog. Whoever it is, they have great taste in golf balls! Looking forward to seeing where the next one pops up
“Forget the CIA and Langley—the real mission is happening in your front yard! It sounds like you have a “Secret Santa” who’s really bad at hiding things or a very confused eagle trying to build a very expensive nest. Either way, keep the balls and the stories coming! Just let us know if your security team starts interrogating the local owls. 😂”
Oh, I had a lot of fun… but I still think someone could have just bought a golf ball for the cat… I used to play tennis like that, and one day when the cat discovered the balls… he happily scattered them around the yard and even to the neighbors…
It might be someone trying to get your attention or a sign but surely no coincidence….i wait to see how this unfolds