Years ago, in my late teens, I was golfing Vulcan with a buddy. We had just started taking the game up. It was a busy day, and we were backed up. We come up to #6, and there's two guys waiting there. We start BSing, make freinds and they are like "hey, wanna make it a foursome?" We say sure. So my buddy tees up his ball, and says he's gonna Happy Gilmore one. One of the other guys is leaning up against a tree directly 90' off the tee box. Buddy runs up and smacks his ball, hits it right off the toe. The ball, like a bullet, hits the trunk of the tree head high about 10" away from our new freinds face.
They didn't say a word. Tossed their drivers in their bags and drove off to 7. Way to make new freinds.
