A short time ago, I saw an ad for a golf resort in Okanagan, B.C. – I think it was one of those pre-show ads in a movie theatre. And I kid you not, it’s called Predator Ridge.
Seriously. Here’s the website: http://www.predatorridge.com/
Apparently, you can also live there.
Now, call me a whimp-ass baby for saying this, but a name like “Predator Ridge” doesn’t exactly fill me with the sense of ease and relaxation that I look for in a vacation destination. And did you check out the logo? It’s a frickin’ bird of prey with its talons outstretched! I hope the folks who visit/live there don’t have any small pets. Or children for that matter.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what is up with this?! I thought golf was supposed to be this understated, finesse kind of game. How much understated and finesse are you gonna have on their “immaculately groomed fairways” when you’re fighting falcons for your golf balls? The Peregrine cottages sound particularly idyllic – and I guess you won’t have to worry about mice, chipmunks or squirrels hiding peanuts in your loafers. Though you may find a chipmunk or mouse head here and there.
There’s oodles of family-friendly activities on hand: bbq’s, music on the patio, wine tastings, junior golf, weekly rounds of the most dangerous game… Nothing promotes character in a youngster like fighting for survival on a golf course riddled with raptors. Sweet Tippi Hedren!
I guess there’s just no accounting for what some folks will go for. The illusion of danger in the wilderness while safely enclosed within a resort – all the excitement but none of the inconvenience. And complete with spa services. That and, I hate to say it, in all likelihood the only predator left around there is in the name.
life with more cowbell 
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