[QUOTE=Kerry56;2024366]Great story Wombler. :)[/QUOTE]
Thanks Kerry. I didn’t know whether you guys would be interested in that sort of thing or not but the thread seemed to be going that way so I thought why not.
Here’s the third story about the luckiest shot I ever hit, with a bit of background first.
I first played golf about 25 years ago with a school friend of mine but only played very rarely for about 5 years or so.
My next door neighbour heard I’d played in the past and my wife foolishly told him I already had a set of clubs.
Nothing would satisfy him but that I’d play golf. You can imagine the scenario ‘sure but you’ve got the clubs already you might as well play’ etc etc.
I literally hadn’t hit a ball in 20 years and my clubs were a set of blades from the 1930’s which had been given to my dad 30 years earlier by a one armed professional!
I knew I’d be abysmally bad and was worried that these guys would be pretty good and probably thinking ‘Who the hell is this idiot and why did you bring him along?’.
Reluctantly I eventually yielded to pressure so I turned up with my old clubs and twenty year old shoes looking like something out of ‘Antiques Roadshow’.
My play was as bad as expected but I got on really well with the guys and the banter was entertaining.
We reached this unusual par 3 where the tee is up very high. A steep sloping fairway leads down to a lake and then another steep section of fairway rises up to the green which is not much lower than the tee but enough of a height difference to make you wonder about club selection.
My heart immediately sank when I saw it as I’d been hitting stuff all over the place and I felt certain that I was bound to end up in the water.
I was last to tee off and as It happens this hole was a catalogue of disasters.
The other guys had been playing really well up until this point. Brian teed off first and hit the worst shot he’d hit all day which went straight for the water. Remarkably it stopped about 6 inches short of the water prompting jokes and remarks about how lucky he’d been.
Warren teed off next and again made a complete mess of the shot slicing it out to the right. Luckily for him it landed on the narrow walkway at the side of the lake where the players walk around it to get to the green otherwise he’d have been in the water.
My turn had arrived. I felt really nervous, tensed up, and hit a terrible shot that went straight as a bullet for the lake.
The other guys started to laugh as soon as I’d hit it.
In the middle of the lake there’s a very small island about 4 feet in diameter covered in long grass about three feet tall and that’s were my ball was heading.
It landed in the grass pinged off something, bounced very high but straight as a die towards the green and ended up two feet from the hole.
There was a chorus of complaints and all I could do was laugh.
Warren said to me ‘How lucky can you be!’ to which I responded ‘What do you want? Didn’t I go straight for it!’.
The guys killed themselves laughing at this and they still refer back to this incident two years later.
Anyway I’m glad I went out that first time as it has rejuvenated my golfing ‘career’ and I get on really well with what are now very good friends.
They all have great senses of humour, the jokes come thick and fast and if anyone gets too serious they soon get brought back down to earth.
So I’m enjoying my golf even if my shots don’t always go according to plan.