Unfortunately, this story has me as the knucklehead.
In last years Torquay Pro Am, I teed off first in our group which
contained 2 pro's, one from Royal Melbourne and 1 from
Ballarat and a Gentleman named Ken who had started the Torquay
Pro Am many years ago. Shot Gun start had us on the 6th tee, a
pretty straight forward drive with the only trouble a clump of
Tea Tree about 20 meters directly in front of the tee. No prizes
for guessing where my tee shot went... Anyway me and my mate Glen
who was caddying for me went and found the ball, there was a hose
and sprinkler directly in my path so Glen and Ken, the older
gent, helped me move it so I could get the ball out. I had a
restricted (read no) swing and proceeded to chunk the ball about
3 feet into more trouble. Once again the hose was directly in my
line so Ken started to move it, I walked to my ball and had no
shot at all and was feeling a little frustrated so I stood with
my back to the hole and hit it out one handed facing the wrong
way. I flushed it, right out of the middle of the club at a
hundred miles per hour...right in to Old Ken's knee!
The crack sounded like a gun going off, the ball ricocheted back
into more tea tree, Ken was hopping around like he had been shot,
the Pro's were looking in disbelief as were the next group on
the tee. Glen said to me "What are we going to do?" I
said "Just pick the F*****g ball up!" After Ken
regained his balance we totted off down the hole, the Pro's
and Ken (limping) 20 meters ahead of me. Ken had a par as did the
pro's and we headed for the next tee. This time I hammered
one right down the middle and Bernie (The pro from Ballarat) said
"Good Shot...This time!"
We ended up having a great day, I must have said sorry to Ken 500
times but as he was a real Gentleman he forgave me and I look
forward to shouting him a beer this year, that is if he's not
to scared to come near me!