Whats your Scariest moment on the Golf Course???

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The Canadian geese thread reminded me of an incident that occured to me and I was close to brown pants after it.


A few years back a squad of us went over to The Machrie on the Island of Islay for a weekend of golf and whisky. On day one of our trip I was in the rough at the back 7th hole helping my mate Andy look for his knifed approach which ended up in the dunes. As I was searching I happened to catch something move between my feet out of the corner of my eye. It was at that stage I saw the horridle bloody adder snaking between my feet.

To say I shat myself is an understatement, I squealed like a stuffed pig and lept about 4 feet from a standing start while sqeaking "snake" like a little girl!!! My mate Andy also bolted about 20 yards further up the dunes.

For the next three days any balls that even went 2 inches into the rough were left by me!!!!
 
When I first started to play I was in Malaysia with work and was playing at a course where they had several ponds that you couldn't see through the water let alone what was in them. Of course being a relative beginner it was almost guaranteed that I would send a ball into one of these ponds.

Well this duly happened I thinned one into the foliage at the edge of a pond about twenty yards in front. There was an almighty roar and this thing from Jurrasic Park came lumbering out. That was it - billy big steps in the opposite direction. The thing was this course was one where you had to have a caddy - me and my mate look round and there are the caddies in hysterics feeding the aforementioned monster - apparently they do it every day and were expecting it to come out. I don't mind admitting that I was in need of a change of underwear.:o
 
I used to work for an American company, and one of the departments held a meeting in Scottsdale, Arizona, and had a round of golf as part of the event. Two people got stung by 'jumping cholla' cacti (http://www.examiner.com/resort-spa-...enix-101-do-jumping-cholla-cactus-really-jump), but one guy got bitten by a rattlesnake during the event. He was rushed to a local hospital and on arrival was told he was lucky as it appeared only one fang has broken the skin. Still, he had to be admitted and given loads of anti-venom, which causes a very unpleasant flu like side effects. He later said that during the 24 hours he was in hospital, his leg felt like someone was standing at the side of the bed battering it with a baseball bat. Made a full recovery, though.

They held the same meeting the following year but went to a bowling alley instead.
 
Got caught in a thundestorm miles from the clubhouse. Loads of lightning in the proximity so shoved the clubs against a tree to keep them a tad drier, grabbed my brolly and squatted in a dip. Even though the odds of being hit are pretty big it wasn't until I was certain it had passed over that I got out. Stupid thing was I got passed by two groups who carried on playing
 
Slicing the ball into the carpark and waiting for a smash - luckily i didnt hear 1 ;o)

2 things and 1 similar.

At my early years club we had a road alongside the 15th, smashed a beauty but it started right and faded heading down the road, it seemed ages waiting on the horrible sound of potentially a crash but thankfully missed everything. The hole has a bombhole crater left and a pond left so it forces that type of shot near the road. scary.

Secondly while playing in Oregon high desert there was a sign at the clubhouse door stating "All firearms must be holstered before entering" :eek::eek:
 
Being hit in the neck, and knocked clean off my feet by a sliced driver from about 80 yards. 2 inches higher and it would have shattered my jaw. 6 inches higher and it would have hit my temple. As it was, the damage caused stopped me playing golf for about 4-5 years.
 
When my dad slipped and fell and bashed his head on the deck. He was ok but for 5 seconds or so I had visions of claret, ambulances and all sorts of dark thoughts.
 
Hit a ball, it hit a wall, bounced back and hit me in the nuts. I had to pull my cacks down to check that I had not ripped my you know what.... pretty worrying for a moment!! I was playing with my father in law and he was worried I was not going to make any grand children for him...
 
Maybe not in the sense this thread is looking for but whilst playing with the seniors one friday morning at Chartham Park I was waiting to play my 3rd shot on the par 5 18th, I'd buggered my 2nd shot up so had about 170-180 uphill for my 3rd shot. The handicap secretary was in the group in front who were on the green putting out, I had been playing awful and due to the lie and the fact I had a load of tree's in front of me I thought the chances of me hitting the green were non existent and only wanted to try and advance the ball up the fairway if I could. Well bugger me, launched probably the best 6 iron I have ever hit in my entire life, straight out of the sweet spot, held the pose and everything, bounced a few feet behind the handicap secretary and landed 2 foot from the pin, right in between the group ahead.

I *** myself, I wasn't a member, only an employee who was liked enough by the members to allow me to play with them once in a while. I got into the clubhouse, ran over to the handicap secretary and got down on all fours begging for forgiveness. I was petrified he was going to flip out at me but luckily all was sorted with a drink! Phew!

A couple other times, one while playing the same hole, my friend played his second shot in the group behind me and buttoned a 3 wood up the fairway which I felt brush past my right ear without a Fore shout!

Then last year while playing Bentleys in Essex, I had sliced my tee shot OB so ran to my bag to grab another ball, one of my playing partners decided it would be a good idea to tee off, caught it rather thin and left directly toward me. Luckily his bag which was in front of me deflected the ball away from me, if it wasn't there it proabbly would have caught me square in the nuts. It frightened the life out of me, got my heart racing and I could hardly hit a ball after that.
 
Putting for a PB a few weeks back. Flippin heck, I was shaking like a sh*tting dog.

In all seriousness, probably a sandstorm, although it wasn't really 'scary' as such. Visibility was only a few feet though, pretty exciting. Took days to wash the stuff outta my ears!
 
Mine was probably when one of my playing partners hit a huge drive which landed just in the rough on the right edge of the fairway. He was chuffed with his shot looking at it from the tee but when we got up there it was right behind a fledgling tree of about 6 foot. He decided to chip to the side/over it as not to waste his long drive, so we all took a step back. He absolutely leathered his shot straight into the tree, the ball came flying back at us head high but luckily I managed to duck out of the way. Clean pants were nearly needed after that.
 
Playing a little 9 hole course on Bute. Farmer comes down the fairway in his tractor pulling his trailer. Lots of rustling in the gorse bushes behind me and out trots a big shaggy brown beast with a telegraph pole out of each side of its head. I'm obviously stood between him and the farmer who has loads of cattle nuts. It breaks into a gentle trot towards me, and my number two's turn to hot water in my guts. It accelerates up to a gallop and I'm stuck between dropping my trousers for a good.... or heading towards another country.

Like a true sportsman I throw it a dummy, which it totally ignores, so I pull out an iron and start hollering for mummy. The huge skyscrapper size devil reincarnate continues towards me, so I throw myself to one side and wait for the pain.... nothing happens apart from it carries on towards the tractor, and I'm left sat on the ground listening to the sound of demonic laughter from the farmer, who is by now laid on his back in the trailer p!$$ing himself.
 
Hitting balls on a range in Florida prior to a round, and I've shanked a full on 6 iron, straight right, over the pond, and straight at the starter. Luckily he stepped back wards to go talk to someone, and it missed his head, and smacked into a golf buggy windshield next to him. I went from pure fear to wetting myself in about 4 seconds.

Playing a different course in Florida, I'm knee deep in bundu, looking for a ball (and rattlesnakes, and gators, etc), when this black snake materialises out of no where. I've never seen anything move so quickly. It just leapt from one place to the next in a blur. The more I looked, the more I saw. Got back to the cart path sharpish.
Next time I see the ranger, I ask him what they were. What colour were they? Black. Oh, that'll be a black snake then. Thanks mate, I'd never have guessed.
Turns out they are harmless.

Playing at my old club, there is a ditch on the third. It is about 4 ft deep, and a bit over grown. My partner sees his ball down there, and jumps in. He lands on one leg, and instantly did a one legged jump, back out of the ditch. One legged! 4 ft! If this was an olympic sport, he would win gold.
Apparently as he landed, a little green frog jumped onto his knee, and scared the living stuff out of him
 
At the Belfry, last time the Brit Masters was there.
Can't remember the hole but it's a dog-leg left to right.
James Kingston was on the tee and I was standing about 100 yards down the hole and about 30 yards left of the fairway. Behind me was a scoreboard.
Kingston tried to cut the dogleg but tried to cut a bit too much.
The ball went pounding into the trees, came out sideways at about 1000mph, missed my head (I felt the breeze!), smashed into the scoreboard behind me and then came back past the other ear at about 500mph (and I felt the breeze of that one too!).
Luckily I didn't move, it could have been curtains if I had.

I had to have a sit down for a while after that.
 
Playing a different course in Florida, I'm knee deep in bundu, looking for a ball (and rattlesnakes, and gators, etc), when this black snake materialises out of no where. I've never seen anything move so quickly. It just leapt from one place to the next in a blur. The more I looked, the more I saw. Got back to the cart path sharpish.
Next time I see the ranger, I ask him what they were. What colour were they? Black. Oh, that'll be a black snake then. Thanks mate, I'd never have guessed.
Turns out they are harmless.

I know exactly what snake you are talking about, Florida is crawling with them. We rented a house in Orlando a couple of years ago and had one that lived in the bush out the front of the house and would bask on the doorstep every day. First time I saw it I think I wet myself in fear.....I hate snakes. Told the gardener about it, as we weren't sure what snake it was and he happened to be trimming the bush that this particular snake resided in. The look on his face when we told him there was a snake in that bush was priceless. Turns out they are completely harmless but I didn't care, I still took a wide berth every time I walked past.
 
Playing at my Uncles home course in OZ, was sizing up my approach shot to the green, when a 12 foot brown snake slithered across the fairway about 6 foot from me. Didnt move a muscle, couldnt I was just fixed to the spot, blinking thing could have come up and shook hands with me and I still wouldnt have moved.
 
Playing in Florida with my father and grandfather-in law, when he proceeded to hit a drive off the toe and over the tree line onto the main highway. It seemed like an age before we heard the crack of it hitting a car!!!
Went through to see what damage occurred, and we saw a women parked up with a golf ball sized hole in her windscreen at head height :o
The game ended there as we had to go to the clubhouse to sort the issue, which nearly ended in the grandfather being arrested:mmm:
 
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