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Have you been stung by a bee between the first and second hole yet?

told flave the 9 iron was all you need.

I used to hit one ball a day out into the horse pasture with my old 3 wood. Teed it up from my dirt two track driveway with my faithful retriever watching. One swing and away she'd go. 200 yards into the tall grass couldn't stop her. She'd drop that ball back where it was hit from every time.

That was the only golf I played for several years. Probably the most fun too.

anytime friends can hang out and drink beer is a good day.

True Dat!

Some of the most fun you can have is a bunch of buddies leaning over a pickup box with a few cases of beer inside and shooting the chidt on a nice day.

Geez. If somebody ever intentionally runs me down from behind on a golf course they'll get a 5 iron upside the head. That's bs.

Carts are all schits and giggles till someone gets hurt. I was once playing in a big golf tournament put on by a local radio station. Booze was flowing all day, lunch, dinner and prizes, free shots at the tee boxes, got a massage on one hole, it was a great time. The tournament was wrapping up and the parking lot was busy with guys putting their clubs away and changing shoes. Suddenly these two guys in a cart come bombing into the parking lot hauling ass and drunkenly tried to put the cart into a broad slide right next to us. He rolled it hard right there on the asphalt right on top of his friend's head. We got the cart back up on it's wheels and this poor guy was hurt bad. Knocked out cold with his teeth knocked out. He had to be life flighted out of there. Rough day of golf.

Always funny.

Lemme beg to differ for a minute.

When I was about 10-12 my dad and his best friend would try to sneak away once a month or so to the local course and shoot a round of golf. They were both pretty terrible but liked to go get away from the wife and kids and drink a couple cold beers on a nice afternoon. Me and my dad’s buddy’s kid would beg to go hang with them and they’d give in and let us occasionally. Once we’d get there we’d beg and plead to drive the carts, we had no interest in golf but getting to drive anything is awesome when you’re 11.

So one day we’d weaseled our way into going and had even talked them into letting us drive. All was going swimmingly until about the 6th hole. Dad hits a nice one straight down the fairway and hops back into the cart and tells me to take him down to his ball. We buzz down there and I park the cart approximately 7 inches from his ball. He gets a club and tells me to get the damn cart out of his way, what am I an idiot? What happened next is as clear as if it were yesterday.

I cut the wheel all the way to the left and floored it, making a big circle around to end up behind the old man. Meanwhile he’s taken his club and assumed the position and I pull up behind him. Stomped the brake at which point my greasy old flip flop slides off my foot and I tromp the gas. Ran smack into the Old Man, he never saw it coming. He flew through the windshield doubled over and landed wedged between the front of the seat and the dashboard with his legs and head sticking out the front of the cart. I’m jerking the wheel like a madman in a total panic all the while standing on the gas going as fast as the cart will take us down the fairway while Pop cusses a blue streak telling me to “Stop this Fuchking thing!”

His buddy and his kid were laughing their asses off. Sprained the schit out of Dad’s wrist, spilled his beer all over my lap. He was one mad Mofo. Then since his wrist was fugged and he’d paid for 18 he made me play the rest of the course. I think having to play and be serious was the worst punishment I could have got, I just knew that he was going to whip my ass if I fugged up.

Looking back 20 years later I can still picture the whole thing and I laugh my ass off every time I think about it. The Old Man still doesn’t think it was funny 😄

I think it's funny!

It's an accuracy game and it's not a team sport so I have fun with golf but I'm not terribly serious about any "game".

As I've said here not so long ago, I just started last August.

I just bought a new set of Ping 410's (I liked the Callaway's better but the Pings were much less at the time) with a 410 Driver and a new Ping putter. I got a 3 and 4 420 Hybred but no woods, can't hit a wood to save my azz. I'm still getting used to them. Started last year with a set of Tour Edge cavity backs and a Taylor Made M2 driver. Gave them to my son when I got the new clubs. Still getting used to the new ones and I still suck but I take a flask of Whiskey with me every time I go and have a great time.

I have back issues and need surgery so I am pretty worn out after 18 holes but I've done 36 before. Usually drunk by the end though.

About three weeks ago a bunch of us were up in Erie to fish for steelhead, we also golf a bunch on this trip.

First time out on the course my buddy's dad was riding with me, we had five of us. After the turn another buddy of mine, the guy that was riding with me's nephew took his clubs and put them on my other friends cart insinuating that I was driving my cart too radical for him to be riding with me. It was all in fun and we all laughed about it.

Well after Teeing off on 10 we drove up and after looking for a ball my friend with by buddy's dads clubs on his cart came driving over to help me. He stops and takes off and my buddy's dads clubs go flying off the cart. I laughed and picked them up and put them back on his cart. He drives away and I look down and there laying in the grass is about 6 inches of club with the head of the driver attached to it. Broke the driver right off the shaft. Couldn't believe it.

The son of a hunting bud was riding passenger side on a golf cart.

He got popped in the forehead on the first bounce of a bad slice.

Driver said he heard a pop, Brad slumped against him.....and started singing while half unconscious.

By the time they got back to the club house.......looked like a golf ball under his skin.

He woke up complaining about the ice on his pop-knot.

Yep......lots of similarities to hunting.

Where'd yins golf in Erie?

Green Meadows outside of North East, a lot of it is narrow but it's a nice course. And Downing municipal golf course in Harborcreek, I thought it was a real nice course.

We stay at Dohler Cottages at 20 mile and fish the mouth of 20 mile the last week of September every year.

Started playing golf when young - love the game - but no longer play - have not done so for over 20 years. Also have done a ton of hunting and shooting since the early 1960s and the golf parallels you mention seem to have been lost on me. Would you care to state your evidence of such?

lots of golf jokes.

why are there no 1 irons.
not even God can hit a 1 iron.

man and wife golfers just tee off
one says to the other "theres something Ive got to tell you"

other golfer says "what"
wife says " I got a sex change before we met"

man was so pissed he didn't say anything the hole

teeing off on the text, he jumped in her face

you son of a bitche --- you've been teeing from the reds all these years.

I see less similarities with shotgunning than pistol and rifle.

But either way, it's a fun.

It works in my opinion.

If you really break down a 350ish par four, and you're struggling with the driver, it just makes sense to ditch it and stay consistent with your irons.

Roughly.

I started out a 30 and now I'm at a 12.

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