GopherM
Darwin was right
and a lovely woman of around 45-50 was there by herself and asked if she could join me for a round so she didn't have to play alone. I told her she was certainly welcome to join me and I was positive I would enjoy the company.
The 12th fairway was surrounded by a particularly thick rough and bordered by a dairy farm on one side. As luck would have it the woman shanked one right off the fairway and into the rough on the side by the farm. We split up and searched for quite some time when I noticed one of the cows standing with its backside facing toward the fairway. Out of sheer curosity I lifted the cow's tail and nestled there in the cow's nether regions was a Calloway #1 just like my fellow player had been hitting.
I called her over, lifted the cows tail and asked, "Does this look like yours." When I regained conciousness her 9 iron was wrapped around my head and all of my clubs had been dumped from my bag and destroyed and the dear woman was not where to be found.
The 12th fairway was surrounded by a particularly thick rough and bordered by a dairy farm on one side. As luck would have it the woman shanked one right off the fairway and into the rough on the side by the farm. We split up and searched for quite some time when I noticed one of the cows standing with its backside facing toward the fairway. Out of sheer curosity I lifted the cow's tail and nestled there in the cow's nether regions was a Calloway #1 just like my fellow player had been hitting.
I called her over, lifted the cows tail and asked, "Does this look like yours." When I regained conciousness her 9 iron was wrapped around my head and all of my clubs had been dumped from my bag and destroyed and the dear woman was not where to be found.