Hole 2, White River (Auburn, WA), I teed off and landed behind this big tree in the middle (past, but between the two stumps in the foreground), perhaps a dozen feet short of the basket. When I went to retrieve my disc, I noticed this big, angry looking dog about 2 feet from my disc. It looked to me like some sort of husky/wolf hybrid, I don't really know. Certainly not something that I was expecting to see right then and there. Fortunately, this the dog was leashed up... Unfortunately, it was leashed up to an unconscious Native American girl.
I initially thought she
might be dead because she was sprawled out in an unnatural, and rather uncomfortable looking position. It was hard to tell whether she was even breathing because she had a jacket half-covering her torso and face. Mindful of the angry looking dog, I began trying to wake her by shouting to her, progressively louder, until I was essentially yelling at her from about 5 feet away. No response what-so-ever... My buddy starts asking me, "Is she dead?... Should I poke her with a stick to check?... Should we call 911 to report the body?". For about 10 minutes we were contemplating what to do, while we finished off our putts. The whole time, keeping an eye on her and the dog. The only movement she was making, was when the dog's leash tugged at her limp arm. Finally, just as my friend began dialing 911, her head nudges in a quasi-consciousness manner. We asked whether she was alright, and she slightly nodded, yes. We asked whether she needed any help, and she sort of shook her head, no.
Somewhat creeped out and relieved about the situation, we decided, "well, she's not dead", and proceeded on to hole 3. As we were leaving, we warned her that the place she had passed out in was a high traffic area for flying discs, and that it could be dangerous because of the lack of visibility from the tee pad. She muttered something unintelligible back at us.
We spent the duration of hole 3 discussing how bizarre and surreal the whole situation was. By the time we get to the tee pad for hole 4, she comes stumbling out of the woods with her dog,
not along any paths, just straight out of the woods. She looks like death incarnate. She hollers at us in a wretched, raspy voice "Hey, do either of you have a spare cigarette?" "Nope, sorry" I said. "Well, do you know how to get back to the Muckleshoot [casino] from here?" she asked. I gave her directions, told her it was a few miles down the road, then she mysteriously stumbled right back into the woods and disappeared.
That definitely qualifies as one of the weirdest things I've ever seen on the course.