Yo, i did that once too! I rammed into one of my friends with the cart, it wasn't "entirely" an accident. Maybe i did it because i was pissed, but dont think it was attempted murder or something.
Many years ago now, I was playing a casual off-season round with one of my teammates the summer after my freshman year of high school. On the 12th hole, a long par 5 (long for me, anyway), I crushed a driver and a 3W back to back to reach the green in two. First, a couple of important details:
1) I was playing with my Dad's clubs, including a putter that he bought for $0.50 out of a used club barrel when he was in high school. It was 35+ years old then, and to this day, it's actually the best putter I've ever used. It was a special club. Think "Billy" in Caddyshack.
2) The green on this particular hole sat beside a lake fed by a stream, with a little footbridge leading over it to the 13th tee.
I had a 25 footer for my eagle, which I smugly glanced at while I watched my buddy chip in from the fringe for birdie. I then proceeded to five (!) putt for a double, which gave my friend ample time to walk over to the footbridge as I grew increasingly agitated, profane and out of control.
When the ball finally limped apologetically into the cup, I blasphemed loudly and hucked the putter back over my shoulder, in what I thought was the general direction of my bag and the footbridge. I heard the following: boing, boing, sploosh, peals of laughter. I turned to see my buddy on his knees laughing, and pointing to the edge of the water.
It's a happy enough ending - I was lucky enough to retrieve it using two other clubs like really long, awkward tweezers, and I considered it a small miracle that no one was at my house when I got home, meaning that I wouldn't have to explain my algae-covered shirt.
The putter was fine, but that was definitely my worst accident.
Lol, when I first tried out, I didn't know what I was doing. I had got the clubs from my dad because he thought I knew how to play golf. I had a golf ball, a tee and a field so I could practice. I tried whacking the ball, I whacked my foot. I tried again, it flew out of my hands!! I almost hit someone with it! The good times.
lol nice golfboy, my worst would probably have to be when I hit my friend in the back of the head, I was practicing my chipping and he walked right beside the green and whack right in the head. I also broke my sandwedge on a tree I got so angry.
In JJb sports and i was testing out some irons when i was about 6 (was not interested in golf then but liek the thought of smaking the ball) anyway, in the shop they had this little putting green and a few pratice balls to test putters with etc but i got out a 3 iron if i remember correctly. I went to swing back (REALLY REALLY fast) and someone was behind me ... It was like something out of dawn of the dead when i looked around bloody everywhere, well me and my brother dropped the club, said sorry, and legged it upstairs and hid behind some bikes. Whatever posessed him to stand behind me ive no idea but then my brother said, it was on a putting green ...
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Not sure if this is a club accident, I was at a driving range with my buddy and his child. Well his child let go of the club during the swing and it went over the fence behind us, and hit a car.
My Dad once didn't set the prking brake on a cart quite as well as he should have. It snapped loose and the cart rolled into a lake. Only the front wheels were actually below water and they had no problem driving it out and continuing their round, but people loved to tease him about it. The story eventually grew to the point that people told it who never knew Dad. It became part of the lore of the club and by now, 40 years later, I'm sure it's probably grown to the point where someone drowned.
In my case, when I was much younger, I would buy old clubs at garage sales and try to refinish them. I had a set of Tourney Customs, (still have them actually), and I had just finished applying a good coat of lacquer to them. They looked absolutely gorgeous. All of a sudden I realized my wife had left the house, locked all the doors and I was stuck in the garage. Stupidly, when I opened the garage door to get out, I didn't think to lower it since I had nowhere else to go until she returned. Having left it open, all manner of dust and bugs wound up decorating my beautiful refinishing job.
I then made the mistake of using them once before beginning the refinishing. I took off the clubhead cover on the first tee and a buddy grabbed the driver to see how well it had turned out, at which point my Tourney Custom was dubbed Tourney Crusted. I never understood why I let myself in for something like that.
I tried to hit an 8 iron shot from under a tree and on my follow through I smacked the shaft of the club right where it meets the head against a branch. When I brought the club back down and looked at it the head fell right off...I still have the broken club lying around here somewhere...
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