was playing with a few buddies and one put an approach shot in some trees to the right of the hole. He was about 35 yards out and should have just chipped laterally left getting back in the fairway but was going to try and hit a punch and hope to miss the trees.

Strikes the ball well and it shot out straight towards the hole but hits a tree and comes RIGHT back towards him... swear to GOD he takes a baseball swing and hits it again....HITS the same dam tree and the ball is headed right back at him...quickly... and he FREAKING hit it again baseball style.

Another good connection which misses the trees and actually goes over the back of the green.

Was the damndest thing I think I've ever seen and I couldn't stop laughing for a few minutes.

Four of us were playing in Bastrop back in the day. (Pine Forest?)

Buddy, who is calm up until he hits a breaking point and can just go crazy, is playing like **** and putting horribly. After another three putt, he's walking off the green red in the face but not yelling (yet) when he sent his Odyssey two-ball putter flying.

Clearly, he didn't look where he was throwing it and the thing came to rest up in a tree. So we're laughing (ha ha). Dude goes to the cart, grabs a wedge out of his bag and tosses it up there a few times to knock down his putter.

With each failed attempt, we're laughing harder and he's getting more pissed. On probably the 5th or 6th try, he finally knocks the putter loose but the wedge stays up there. Laughter goes to a new level and one guy's down on a knee now because he's laughing so hard.

Near the base of the tree were a few rocks (like 3-5 lb. rocks I'm guessing). So dude grabbed one of those to toss up and get his wedge down. (Our stomachs are in PAIN as we can't stop laughing and the putter that got knocked down from the tree is still on the ground where it fell.) Three or four rock tosses in, the rock lands on the putter and split the shaft clean.

We're all in tears, literally, at this point. Dude's ready to fight one of us just so we'll shut up. Ultimately, he left -- split putter in the grass under the tree and Cleveland wedge about 15 ft. above it.

Redstone Member Course. Hole #9 now, but was #18 back then.

Four of us are playing. We had like 25 bucks each in on a 2 vs. 2 best ball bet for the round. My parter has a side bet with one of the other guys, $25 Nassau and being down already he pressed after 15 or 16.

Anyway, hole is par 4 with water down the left side. From the fairway, it's a pretty steep slope down to the pond. So my parter pulls his drive and we figured it was in the water. Once we got down there, we found that the ball somehow held up in the rough and was on this steep slope a few feet above the water.

Down in his Nassau and in danger of losing the press, he's determined to make par. So he slowly walks down the hill, gets settled in stance on the slope (ball's got to be close to waist high), and takes a swing.

He hit a decent shot but on that steep of a slope and off balance, he didn't even finish his swing before gravity took over. Splash!

Not only did he ultimately make bogey and lose both bets, he was muddy as hell and smelled horrible from that mix of stagnant water and mud.

Golfing at the Norman Course in Playa Mujeres. Well they have a hole with a sign that says "Make sure to say Hi to our crocodile Shark"

Well we hit our drives and notice the croc is sunbathing on the fairway. So my buddy has his ball 50 feet or so from the croc and addresses the ball with his back to the croc. During his backswing another buddy screams "Lance watch out! He's coming!"

Lance drops his club mid swing and takes off running towards the cart while the croc is just sunbathing.

My Dad used an Ideal Golf promotion for discounted rates at the Golf Club of McKinney in November. We had never played the course before, but we booked a late afternoon tee-time and figured we would try it out.

After a delayed start and a SLOW front 9, the sun was setting fast so we decided we would call it a round after we played the Par 3 12th hole. My tee shot on 12 hit the front face of the green side bunker and rolled back and wedged under the back lip (furthest from the pin). I did not have a shot on the ball, because I could not avoid hitting the lip of the bunker with my club before hitting the ball. So, I decided to pitch out into an open area next to the green to try to save bogey.

Well, I ended up blading my SW and shooting a missile towards the apartments 25-30 yards away. There happened to be a young couple outside arguing or something at the time. I managed to squeak out a "fore", but my ball ricocheted off of the brick siding with no harm/damage. Well the young gent did not appreciate me doing this.

This guy, wearing a wife-beater and showing off some nice tats, decides to try to pick a fight.

Guy: "What the ****?!....I have a baby in there!?....You could have killed my baby"

Me: "Sorry dude, I didn't mean to"

Guy: "No, **** you! You trying to kill my baby?!"

My Dad: "You live on a golf course *******, this kind of stuff happens, sorry"

Guy: (starts to climb fence to come after us) "I'm gonna kill you"

Guy's Girlfiend: "I'm so sorry ya'll"..."You don't want to go back to jail honey!" while pulling him off of fence

Meanwhile we are just standing there waiting for this idiot to climb the fence and attack 4 guys armed with golf clubs. After idiot's girlfriend manages to drag him to the ground on his side of the fence, we picked up and headed to the parking lot.

On the way out, we let the pro-shop know, and apparently, this guy had been trouble to quite a few folks in the past.

About 10 years ago I was playing at the Trails of Frisco with my brother and another buddy. The course was still pretty new... so the rough wasn't real developed and kind of dormant...

on the 9th hole, i'm on the edge of the green, above the hole... 30 feet away or so for a birdie... as I putt, I just go brain dead and hammer the putt it goes over the front of the green and slowly trickles all the way down near the creek. I decided not to go back to the cart to get a wedge and just putt back up the slope... I do... but end up with a double... my pride a little shaken, but no biggie

On #10 there was a little creek along side the fairway... my drive ends up in the creek and as i get up to it I can see it in the creek, so i step onto the mud to go to get it... when I do, I step into the mud, and with all my wieght on one foot...immediately my foot sinks... nearly up to my knee... so I quickly put my other foot down too... but it also sunk in... so I had to fall back and try to pull myself out.

As I am getting out of the mud, my feet, socks, shins are covered in moved... and my brother and our buddy are laughing so hard... and sure it was funny... but coming off of my 4 putt on the last hole... them laughing at me was not what i needed.

1. Playing at a course in Austin with college roommate about 10 years ago. I'm on the tee box and as I make contact with the ball I feel this strange release and hear a whirling sound. The head of my driver came loose and went flying down the fairway about 75 yards. About 3 feet next to the head of my driver sits my ball.

2. My buddy and I were just getting started playing golf back in junior high. My buddy's dad was/is a good golfer and took us to play a foursome. My buddy's dad was trying to teach us not only how to play but the etiquette of the game etc. We finish a hole and my buddy and I are in a cart behind buddy's dad going to next hole. Buddy's dad drops his ball in the floor of the cart, bends down to pick it up and his cart had veered of the cart path while he bent down-- he ran the cart right into a row of shrubs about 4 feet tall. After laughing hysterically for about 5 minutes we all had to get out and lift his cart a bit to get it unlodged from the shrubs. Will never let him forget the 'etiquette' of driving a cart on the cart path.

3. About 6 months ago, playing a round with a buddy who is a serious golfer. He had on his 'special' golf shirt that he got from Puerto Rico while playing a round. Buddy hits his drive right and it goes over the row of houses along the fairway. Hits his second drive right about 3 feet inside a wrought iron fence. We get to his ball and there are two medium size dogs in the back yard. Every time he puts his club over the fence to get his ball the dogs run at him barking and buddy steps back. Dogs start to walk off. Buddy puts his arm across fence and looks back up the fairway to see where the others playing with us are stationed. Next thing we know, one of the dogs is hanging off my buddy's sleeve with his feet about three feet off the ground. The dogs teeth were stuck in my buddys sleeve and with his feet off the ground, he couldn't let go of the sleeve. My buddy wrestles with dog for about 15 seconds until we finally get dog unhooked from sleeve. My buddy's 'special' shirt is now sleeveless. After round, we find the house of the attack dog to leave note about what happened because dog drew blood on buddy's arm. Wanted to check on shots, etc. In front yard of house is my buddy's first ball he drove over the row of houses.

Corporal Punishment's story made me almost fall off my bar stool.

1. While playing a course in Florida, my buddy gave me a cigar to smoke after the round, and I put it in the cup holder of the cart. I grabbed my club and walked over to hit my ball, and a hawk or some other large bird swooped down, grabbed my cigar out of the cart, and flew up into a tall tree further down the fairway. Ticked me off, but I couldn't stop laughing at the same time.

2. Jumped out of my cart without fully engaging the brake while on a fairly steep hill - grabbed the back of the cart and was being dragged down the hill at a fairly good rate of speed. My playing partner had to run alongside and jump in the cart to stop it.

3. Watched the driver of the other cart in our foursome almost run over his playing partner.

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I was about to tee off by myself when the starter paired me with a gentleman that I had never met. He acted like a hot sh*t when I introduced myself and didn't even make eye contact when I shook his hand. He was decked out in matching clothes, brand new shoes, brand new bag, shiney Titliest blades, Scotty Cameron in the putter holder. You name it, he had it. Just about every bit of gear he owned was the most expensive/fanciest thing available.

He steps up onto #1 teebox and duck hooks his drive into a weed-eating greenskeeper about 50 yards left of the fairway. The poor worker was rushed to the hospital and I later found out that he fractured his cheek bone.

The "stud" never apologized.

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Ah yes, the old "parking lot pro" - classic...

http://www.alamocitygolftrail.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=381:18-most-annoying-golf-partners&catid=70:latest-news&Itemid=312

Skanks on the golf course cause a scene. This would've been perfect for this very old thread I'm resurrecting:

Texas high school golf team cancels practice after encountering strip club's tournament on course
https://nypost.com/2022/10/06/texas-high-school-golf-team-cancels-practice-after-adult-entertainment-clubs-tournament/?utm_source=flipboard&utm_medium=syndicated&utm_campaign=partnerfeed

Old Bryan GC #1 circa 1998, hole is 310 or so with a small lake in front of the green

4 man scramble for charity, I was recruited by a friend to play with him and his "boss"

We drive it to the water's edge, first guy to hit is the boss, an elderly gentleman


He skulls his sand wedge a million mph and a few inches off the water, ball hits the water just off the green and disappears and simultaneously a bullfrog pops out of the water graveyard dead. Apparently the frog was in the shallow water near the green and the skulled wedge took him out and momentum knocked him onto the green. That was the mans best shot of the day.

My story is on Bryan GC #1 as well. I was playing with my college roommate and he was teeing off. He wanted me to watch his swing and give him swing tips. He manages to hit his tee shot 90% perpendicular to his target line. I had to dive out of the way to avoid getting hit.

Ha ha - just realized this was a old thread bump - posted just above this.

I feel privileged for the beyond necro bump!

played Hempstead a few years back and ran out of beer on the par 3 that is parallel to 290. Cousin who was with me took it upon himself to run across the hwy to the new gas station (1/3-1/2 mile away) that was built there and pick up a case. I picked him up at the next hole's green upon his return after he jumped the big iron fence that runs along the course.

I have a funny story from when Tree Line was still open and I was in high school.

My best friend hit two shots in a row really really fat. The second shot advanced about 3 feet. I laughed out loud. He threw his nine iron. Up a large oak tree. It got stuck 20 feet up. Got it loose by throwing another club. Took about 10 tries.

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Just means that we're old, Bro!

Can't remember the hole numbers but Bryan muni used to have two that played east to west right along Villa Maria. I used to skip work with a coworker and play for cheap in the afternoons during the summer. We teed off on the first of the two holes and he zipped one long and right at the guy in front of us. We holler fore but the dude doesn't react at all. Next hole was a par 3 and once the guy in front of me gets off the green I tee off. Same story, my shot is heading straight for him so we both yell fore even louder. My shot hits his cart with him in it. We end up catching up to him and start to apologize when we realize he was deaf! Suddenly made sense why we couldn't get his attention!

I picked up golf late in life, in my late forties. Cousin of mine introduces me to the game, we play a few times at a now defunct par 3 in Houston called Mulligans. I think after the 3 time we play this par 3 he declares me ready for a real course so we set up a tee time at Jersey Meadows. Holes 1 and 2 are right next to each other. Hole 1 is right by the clubhouse so everyone can see you tee off. I'm nervous as hell but hit a beautiful drive right down the middle and end up with par on the hole. I'm brimming with confidence, like I can do this. Walk of the green on hole 1 right to the tee box on hole 2, i hook the everliving hell out of it, ball traveling at warp speed about 3 feet off the ground right at a pair of golfers in the middle of fairway 1, we yell fore...these dudes react immediately, see the missle coming at them and dive to the ground, clubs they were holding go flying, the ball going right between them. My cousin is laughing his ass off and I'm completely frazzled. Totally rattled me, had my head hung in shame hitting my approach from middle of fairway 1 to get back on fairway 2. The other golfers were pissed. My cousin cannot stop laughing, the round went south fast after that for me. Wont ever forget it as it was the first 18 hole round I ever played.

I used to work maintenance at Bryan Muni. Irrigation was so old we had to night water to put in the sprinklers to water the course. We'd turn some greens on, go catch some fish, shoot some nutria with our bows in the creeks and there was a grey fox I shot at once but missed. Threw my wife (then girlfriend) out of the toro one night chasing it when she thought I was going right and I went left. She went rolling but was all good. A member ended up taking it out with a 9 iron one day. We would constantly see crackheads walking around and hear gunshots so we had the PD number on the whiteboard and often had to have an officer sit in the parking lot for us. One guy caught a guy on a dirtbike ramping the greens one night. Snuck up on him with his lights off and scared the **** out of the kid.

I played it a lot because of that, and we have a lefty in our group who's not the best golfer. I was waiting down the hill on 10, almost 90 degrees from him when he shanks his ball and hits me square in the nuts. I can still see the ball coming over the hill right at me.

Same guy, hole 9, and he hooks the **** out of his drive and smokes an old man on 8 green. Get up to him and the guy has his wrist in his cooler and says it's all good and he's just going to head home.

Used to golf with an old man who only had one eye (coincidentally, he lost an eye from a golf ball decades earlier).

One particular afternoon, he teed it up high and gave it a big swing…and somehow managed to take the tee right out from under the ball. Like a cartoon, the ball fell straight down to the turf while he peered into the distance.

We were howling laughing, I think everyone literally fell down on the tee box. His reaction when he saw the ball still at his feet was priceless.

Might seem cruel laughing at him, but even being old and one eyed, he still out scored me most days. Wasn't much on sympathy.

At a public course in Houston about 20yrs ago (probably wildcat or the battleground) a friend was taking his opening tee shot on number one with a Saturday morning audience of two other foursomes and the starter.

Our cart was parked ten feet to the right of his tee markers. He swung too low or had teed the ball too high causing his to clip the bottom of the ball for a perfect flop shot pop up.

Almost no velocity on the ball but it popped up just enough to land on our golf cart roof and stuck there. I started chuckling and the crowd behind us started an ovation. He then hit a perfect breakfast ball right down the middle

Never seen this thread. To understand my story, you have to understand our background.

My buddy and I didn't grow up playing golf, but we mostly played basketball on inner city public courts. One of the first things you do when you get to a packed court is find out who has 'next', and figure out the order of games and how many games down you would be.

Occasionally there would be a disagreement or conflict about the order of games, and you had to defend your position or turn. It was an unspoken rule that you didn't let anyone punk you or take your next, or you wouldn't get to play and other people would think they could just take your spot in the future.

Fast forward to discovering golf as grown men. This is only about our 3rd or 4th time out, and we're playing a public course that is practically a muni (Clear Creek in Houston). We're sitting at the first tee waiting to tee off. Noone has ever taught us anything, and we thought the 'next' concept applied to golf and tee times.

A guy pulls up behind us to join us as a 3rd, gets out his cart and cheerfully says "Hey guys, I'll be grouped up with y'all today".

We're like: "No you're not, this is our tee time. You gotta wait."

He looks confused, and responds: "We've been grouped together, they put me at this time as well"

We respond: "No man, this is our tee time and you ain't taking it, you gotta wait"

We have a few more back and forth rounds of this until he gets flustered and frustrated and finally says in a desperate voice: "WELL THE STARTER SAYS I HAVE TO PLAY WITH YOU SO I JUST HAVE TO PLAY WITH YOU!"

The way he said it made us realize that this was apparently some other golf rule that we didn't know about for our newly discovered hobby.

We yielded, and over the course of the round he realized how new we were, relaxed and didn't hold it against us. It turned out a lot better than it could have.

Years ago, I was playing in a tournament for work. My co-worker and I are teamed up with a couple of random guys. One guy was a good golfer, the other had only played a few times and would have struggled at Putt Putt. Every shot went about 75 degree from where he was aiming.

We're on the 10th hole. The the putting green and clubhouse are to our immediate left. The clubhouse is from the 60s with huge plate glass windows covering the entire wall. In an attempt to hit the fairway, the bad golfer is lined up pointed straight into the middle of the clubhouse. He hits his straightest drive of the day, but he did miss the clubhouse. Instead the ball went into the swimming pool. He started walking to retrieve his ball, and my co-worker says, "You probably don't want to go over there, you're going to get your ass kicked if you do!"

My best friend and I have been playing golf together since we were in the 7th grade. Both graduated from A&M in the 90's. We have tons of funny stories. This may be the best one though.

We were playing a two-man scramble in Anson. It is Sunday and we are playing well. The guys we are paired with (who we know quite well) are struggling but scoring well. The ninth hole is OB left off the tee. First guy hits a hook deep left and clearly OB. They are out of mulligans. Second guy tees it up (with all the pressure you can imagine) and hits a low screaming hook. It never got more than three feet off the ground. They are cussing it as it crosses the OB line with no hope of staying in. It gets about 20 feet left of the OB stakes when it hits a rock that was not much bigger than the ball. It kicks straight right into the fairway. My partner whips out one of the best one-liners I've ever heard on a golf course. He says, "John, your dogs are f***ing today".

Same buddy and I were playing another two-man scramble in Anson. On Sunday we were paired with two guys who were one shot ahead of us on the Saturday round and are struggling. One of them is about 6'2" and the other is about 5'6". Both are thin and in pretty good shape. I am 6'2" and thin. My friend is 6'1" and at that time weighed around 325 pounds. He was a very gifted athlete and played all sports in high school and could really move. He is one of the nicest people you could ever meet until you get him mad. Once he is mad you had better watch out. 8 of us tried to hold him down one time and we were losing the battle until someone stuck a finger in his nose and pulled his head back. I'll save that story for another time.

The two guys are playing bad and bickering with each other and it is getting very heated. My partner and I are getting ready to hit an approach shot when we see them fighting. Literally fighting. The big one has the little one on the ground kicking the crap out of him. I take off running about 20 yards to get him off the little guy. My friend sees what is about to transpire and he takes off as fast as he can towards us. I push him off the guy on the ground. I am looking down at the guy on the ground as the other one is about to take a swing at me. My buddy hits the big guy just as he was coming forward to punch me. He blind side nails him with a near perfect form tackle and takes him to the ground. My friend gets up and is standing over him and yells "if you want to pick on someone, pick on someone your own size."

The little one gets up, dusts himself off, grabs his clubs off the cart and starts walking towards the club house. The big one, now bleeding in various places, hollers insults at the other one as he walks away. We gather ourselves and go back to hit our shot. The other guy decides he is going to finish the last four holes alone. He asks what the rules are for this and we tell him he cannot do a one-man scramble but he is welcome to play his own ball the rest of the way in. If he quits he misses out on any possible winnings.

This was a par 5 and we get up and down for birdie. He knocks one up on the green and makes a putt to birdie that hole. He then birdies the next three, alone, playing only his ball. He ends up winning day money and second place in our flight. Not sure if he shared any of the winnings with his partner.

My first MGA event ever (fairly new to playing golf on a regular basis) last year was an 2-man net best ball tourney. Being a new golfer I pretty much had a bag full of random balls I've found over the years. Needless to say, I rarely looked at the specific ball info, as a hacker playing once/twice a year I'd just see a ball near where I hit and convinced myself it was mine.

Back to the tourney, me and another dude tee off to the far left high grass. I saw a ball, convinced myself that's where I had hit my drive, and played it.

After 2 more shots I'm near the green, and the other guy is driving up and says "are you hitting a *insert ball brand and number*?"

Me (looking down and realized I'm hitting his ball) "No!"

Then I swapped that ball out with one in my pocket, said a prayer to the golf gods afterwards begging for their mercy and forgiveness, and to this day have NEVER cheated again.