Reader Paul Curran had to pitch in his favorite golf shot to my increasing collection of greenside photographs.
Yes, this is good man Paul and his golfing mates during a round at the Manderley on the Green Golf Club in Ottawa, Canada.
The identity of the rest of his foursome will remain Paul’s to know and tell over and over up there in the taverns of Canada, I am pretty sure.
Paul’s initial email to me said:
“I just wanted to show you a pic of what happened last time I went golfing. Yes, that white roof sticking out of the pond is a golf cart. The various debris on the rough has been retrieved from the cart by brave rescue divers. Ha! And no, I wasn’t driving but one of my group was. Apparently the deadly slope on the rough sucked the unsuspecting cart into the pond when the brakes ‘failed.’ There may have been alcohol involved. No ducks were injured in the making of this photo.”
That, my friends, is an interesting day on the course.
I have driven too fast down hills, or too wide through wooded paths, or too imperiously on other golfers’ fairways as they hit from the tee. What golfer hasn’t?
But into a water hazard?
Well. Not yet. Knock on wood.
Thank you, so much, Paul, for getting this Memorial Day Weekend off to a great start for the golfer in all of us.
My worst driving mishap still stands as an early one in my life, when I pulled my dad Frank’s new brown station wagon too far into our garage, until I collided with my mom Dolores’ brand new standup freezer.
Have you ever driven a wheeled vehicle someplace it wasn’t supposed to go? How did you get said vehicle out of the mess? Did you ever get the urge to swim in a golf course pond or creek?