The tennis ball bounced over the chain linked fence. I chuckled to myself wondering if it landed near the cadaver of the dead animal that had to be somewhere very near. The smell was rude.
I jogged out of the court area, and went to where I thought the tennis ball had come to a stop. The closer I got to where I thought the ball was, the stronger and fouler the stench became. Yikes!
When I got to the ball, I also got to the dead goat. The ball was inside the dead body. I held my breath and reached out with my racket to pull the ball out. All the blood and guts were exposed.
Just before I walked away, I smeared some additional goat guts over both sides of my nylon strings. Free Gut was tough to pass up. Fact is, gut will control topspin much better than nylon.
