A Fellow Golfers Conundrum

It has come to my attention that one of our league players had an incident two weeks ago, and I thought it wise that it should be discussed here.

The fable has been told to me as follows: During league play, one of our fellow golfers had an incident with the local wildlife. Without mentioning any names (Russ Bohland), hit a shot near or in a small creek on one of the holes. Being a dedicated league player, and being of sound mind and body, our fellow golfer, who shall remain nameless (Russ Bohland), not wanting to waste a stroke and perhaps save a point for his team, deemed it necessary to play his ball where it lay.
Our fellow golfer, who shall remain nameless (Russ Bohland), found a skinny and small "path" across the creek. This "path" was actually a small beaver dam in disguise. Appearing to be sturdy and just, our fellow golfer (who shall remain nameless - RB), stepped out onto the "natural bridge", and found himself moments later visiting the bottom of Whiteford Valley's muck and slime infested creekbed, and completely wet from the bacteria infested waters! Laughter insued from playing partners Rich, Bob, and Pat.
It was not revealed if the point for the hole was saved or not from our fellow golfer who shall remain nameless (Russ Bohland), but hopefully he found it well worthwhile and a justified decision!
This brings a question to my mind: What did Mr. and Mrs. Beaver think of someone stepping through their home's roof? What if Mr. or Mrs. Beaver was home at the time? Would they have retaliated in anger? Would they have had a good belly laugh also? Perhaps, at this time, Mr. and Mrs. Beaver are saying to themselves: &%*%)&#!!! Golfers!!!
I think our fellow golfer who shall remain nameless (Russ Bohland), has earned a new nickname:

The Beev!

Ya know, I'm not a professional, but....

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