pigmeister
Assistant Pro
Played today on the John o`Gaunt course, the older of our two courses. It`s a lovly old parkland course with a stream meandering through it.
As there were 6 of us we plyed two teams of three. Best two scores on the par 4`s and 5`s all count on the par three`s, full handicap stapleford, £2 in the pot. We were playing ok until the 11th.
My tee shot finished right, just behind some tree`s, no problem, a punched 7 iron from 120 saw me finish pin high a foot off the green left. Walked down the fairway with my trolly, around the bunker which run`s along the left of the green, toward`s the back of the green. As my ball was at the front i pulled my putter out, turned off my trolly, or so i thought, and gave it a push toward`s the 12th tee 10 yard`s away.
A good putt from 30ft was stone dead and given, more point`s for the team, great.
Walking back to the 12th tee i noticed something was amiss, my trolly was nowhere to be seen. I just stood there a looked around, nothing. OH *==*. I looked at the tee box, a nice set of track`s going up the side, over and disappearing through some long grass, down the bank and into the stream.
I quickly ran over and looked down. The right hand wheel was sticking out of the water, still going round. I slide down the bank and tried to grab my bag but it was too heavy with all the water in it. Ian grabed my belt as i inched forward, still could`nt reach. It`s a wonder he did`nt let me go with all the laughter above me on the bank. Oh sod it, i told Ian to let me go and i feared for my life as i bravly stepped forward.
The water was not as deep as i thought as it came half way up my shin. There i stood in my white golf shoe`s and white trousers passing up my golf bag, my week old skycaddy sg5(which strangly is`nt working anymore) and trolly, which was still going, to my so called mate`s p***ing themselves laughing. I climbed out and just stood there looking at the mess in front of me, with a big grin on my face. What a prat.
OUCH. Paul rubbed his hand. Just been stung he said. Then a buzzing. I turned around. Rising from the bank were about 50 wasps. I had inadvertently stired up a wasp nest. We covered a large amount of ground in a small amount of time.
After 5 minutes i ventured back and retrieved my very soggy club`s and trolly. As they wondered down 12, still laughing, i turned and squelched my way back to the club house, feeling rather stupid.
Strangly enough, and rather childishly i thought, people were not too sympathetic and took the p**s. And guess what, i`m playing in a big competition up there tomorrow. I feel swine flu coming on.
As there were 6 of us we plyed two teams of three. Best two scores on the par 4`s and 5`s all count on the par three`s, full handicap stapleford, £2 in the pot. We were playing ok until the 11th.
My tee shot finished right, just behind some tree`s, no problem, a punched 7 iron from 120 saw me finish pin high a foot off the green left. Walked down the fairway with my trolly, around the bunker which run`s along the left of the green, toward`s the back of the green. As my ball was at the front i pulled my putter out, turned off my trolly, or so i thought, and gave it a push toward`s the 12th tee 10 yard`s away.
A good putt from 30ft was stone dead and given, more point`s for the team, great.
Walking back to the 12th tee i noticed something was amiss, my trolly was nowhere to be seen. I just stood there a looked around, nothing. OH *==*. I looked at the tee box, a nice set of track`s going up the side, over and disappearing through some long grass, down the bank and into the stream.
I quickly ran over and looked down. The right hand wheel was sticking out of the water, still going round. I slide down the bank and tried to grab my bag but it was too heavy with all the water in it. Ian grabed my belt as i inched forward, still could`nt reach. It`s a wonder he did`nt let me go with all the laughter above me on the bank. Oh sod it, i told Ian to let me go and i feared for my life as i bravly stepped forward.
The water was not as deep as i thought as it came half way up my shin. There i stood in my white golf shoe`s and white trousers passing up my golf bag, my week old skycaddy sg5(which strangly is`nt working anymore) and trolly, which was still going, to my so called mate`s p***ing themselves laughing. I climbed out and just stood there looking at the mess in front of me, with a big grin on my face. What a prat.
OUCH. Paul rubbed his hand. Just been stung he said. Then a buzzing. I turned around. Rising from the bank were about 50 wasps. I had inadvertently stired up a wasp nest. We covered a large amount of ground in a small amount of time.
After 5 minutes i ventured back and retrieved my very soggy club`s and trolly. As they wondered down 12, still laughing, i turned and squelched my way back to the club house, feeling rather stupid.
Strangly enough, and rather childishly i thought, people were not too sympathetic and took the p**s. And guess what, i`m playing in a big competition up there tomorrow. I feel swine flu coming on.
