I once winged an 8-iron a good 100 yards at a driving range. (It was really wet and rainy and i was stiff from a long bus ride.
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Working at a golf course, i have a lot of time to lounge around in a cart and wait for someone to show up. I have a nice view of the 9th hole from my little perch. If has a hill behind the green, and if you hit the downslope of the hill, it will most likely bounce into the parking lot. The course is nice, but not too fancy. Most of the guys who play here are middle aged 15 handicaps who play in league on wednesdays and maybe get in 18 on Saturday - not retired bankers who drive Cadillacs (sp?) and wear $554874784.99 clothes. There are exceptions though, and on this particular day, a beautiful, yellow mustang was parked in the lot. Some young dude from Canada grabs what he THINKS is his 9 iron. Oops! I guess it was the 6! The ball takes one look at the green, flies over a pine tree, bounces once on the concrete and SMACK! right into the nice shiny mustang. No broken windows or permanent dent, just one embarrased drunk guy from canada.