Oh, The Things Men Do

My house is located on the other side of a small lake from our golf course.  I can clearly see the men's tee boxes.  One sunny morning, I'm outside on my deck, enjoying a cup of coffee and trying to keep my three cats from jumping off the deck.  I hear the familiar "whack" or "thunk" of a golf ball being hit.  I look to see if I recognize any of the men.  As I do, one saunters over to the trees, unzips, and let's fly.