“A couple of holes later I see him again, and he’s sitting on the t-box again,” Milam said.
It seemed odd to see the man for the second time, but once again Milam asked to play through and the man told him to go ahead.
When Milam reached the 9th hole, the man is there again — for the third time.
“At that point, I’m thinking this is getting weird,” Milam said. “He’s skipping holes.”
But once again, he follows courtesy and asks if he can play through, and once again the man, who appears to be around age 40, tells him to go ahead.
“I go throw my disc, and after I throw it, I turn around to pick up my bag with all my other discs,” Milam said. “He’s got a gun pointed at my face, and he’s six inches away from my head.
“I saw that he had a crowbar in the other hand,” he said. “I had my cell phone in my hand and I dropped it.”
Milam is thinking quickly now, scared, but clear, because though he has just dropped his personal cell phone, he knows he has his keys and his work cell in his pocket. This is information the man in black doesn’t have.
“He said ‘get on the ground m... f.... On your stomach,’” Milam said. “He seemed as scared as I was. He was really nervous.”
The man spoke with a Southern twang, a deep country accent.
“He was probably about 40 or just over 40 but I couldn’t see his face at all because he had a western, cowboy-style black bandana on his face and very large sunglasses and gray tennis shoes,” Milam said.
The bit of skin he could see around the man’s eyes indicated he was a white man but slightly tanned and with “ a little 5 o’clock shadow.”