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I lost my rag as a junior and wrapped a 8 iron around a tree.

At the time it seemed to appease my anger just long enough for it to dawn on me that I would have to explain this to my mum and some how try to convince her that she needed to buy me a new one.

Another one for you.

Every now and then one of my friends will have a birthday on the golf course, so all my mates will come and play - even the ones that dont play. So we pick a course far away and have some fun.

On one of the holes the group in front (birthday boys dad) was walking off the green, when all of a sudden this ball comes flying over the top of myself and a friend. We hear a cry of FORE! But this ball doesnt care, its locked on target, this ball homed in on the back of this guys head (now this is only a funny story because no one was hurt bad - he was fine a day or so after), he went down like Charlie Sheen in Platoon.

Now myself and a mate have seen this and as soon as it hits him we look at each other - and you know when you are not supposed to laugh (at church, at a funeral, at an important event etc) and you just cant control it? First our shoulders started to shake, then we went red, tears came from our eyes, then once he stood up we couldnt hold it back any more, we roared with laughter. By this point everyone was laughing apart from the guy with titleist imprinted on the back of his head.

He was ok, if not just a bit shaky.

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