Whats your Scariest moment on the Golf Course???

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I've been hit twice (the thinned 7 iron really hurt). I've nearly been hit so many times it no longer scares me.

The current scary thing for me is our 15th, par 5, if you pull draw your drive you have a dirty great big dog who likes to eat golfers barking at your a$$! The fence is very thin wire and about 6ft, I am sure that dog could jump it without trying. Shots from there don't usually have a smooth tempo nor practice swing. Hit n hope and run!
 
my mate had just recently taken up golf. he had played around our 9 hole maybe 5 times. got his ball in a bit of trouble with rough and trees. took my hybrid and gave it a hell of a wack. the head came off and flew an inch past my head. i would have had ram 18* stamped on my forehead at the funeral. absolutly shite myself! newbies can be dangerous!
 
I rolled a golf buggy at full pelt (at the bottom of path on 16th at Chiddingfold), Jackass style. Landed on my large mate. I laughed but he WAS NOT amused. He's never let me drive again. :)
 
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.


That'll be Kingarth, or to give it its proper name Bute Golf Club.

Lovely wee track. The cattle has now been removed from the course and the there is a road made down to the "clubhouse" as well. Lovely location and I think it'll soon be the only course on Bute as both Rothesay and Port Bannatyne are in financial dire straights!
 
Seeing my playing partner poleaxed by a drive from the tee on the hole we were playing at the time, four county juniors (16-18 year old) and their 'coach' had driven off far too early, I don't know who was more scared, me for my playing partner or the coach for his life when he saw myself and one other marching back to have a word with him.
 
Most alarming moment was actually in the club house.

Aged 18 and had just caddied for my mate in the club pro-am. A summer's work paid off for him and he dropped the £200 jackpot (those were the days) from the fruit machine in the spike bar.

The drinks started to flow, all on him obviously, and after a while a couple of the older hands challenged us young uns to complete the "round the bar" challenge. You may have similar at your club: essentially you circumnavigate the perimeter of the room without touching the floor :D

So off we set, three jumped up juniors, all at different starting points. Progress is good until the door swings open and there are the club captain, president and chairman, about to head home after a successful day.

I am standing on top of the fruit machine, one mate is lying on top of the canopy above the bar, and another is hanging 8 feet above them off a ceiling beam.

A few painful moments of silence ensue, while us youngsters contemplate our impending expulsion and banning from evey club in the area.

Then all three of the committee blazers creased up with laughter, and took their leave, with just a "Have good night fellas" from the captain to ease our fears.

And we made it all the way round... :thup:
 
I rolled a golf buggy at full pelt (at the bottom of path on 16th at Chiddingfold), Jackass style. Landed on my large mate. I laughed but he WAS NOT amused. He's never let me drive again. :)

Nice little course, except for that killer hill, cant remeber what hole it is now
 
Probably seing my brand new electric trolley and cart bag flying down a huge hill at bristol golf club on a works golf day into a ditch/river lol :/

Put it on the tee thinking it was staying put only to turn around to see it slowly building up speed, luckily all was ok although the battery did come loose and ended up about 10 yards away!
 
Scariest moment for me was signing the waiver to play Skukuza Golf Course in the Kruger Park in South Africa. The course is not fenced and there are always animals on and around the course because it is watered and has nice lush grass which the grazers love. But that means predators. Lion, Wild Dog and Leopard are seen regularly. Elephant are a constant nuisance in winter and you can't go near the water for the crocodiles and hippo's. Everytime a bush rustles you grip your club that bit tighter and hope to god you are not on the menu....This is the Scorecard picture.
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Playing really posh course in Spain with a few mates. On the 18th Me and my pal had both driven to about same place on fairway,with about 120y left to a water guarded green. The Club house was elevated well above the green, full glass fronted with patio full of posh people sipping pimms chatting. Me and my mate both got ready to play our shots, I was first, took outwhat i thought was a 9 iron and pured one straight out of the middle. As this ball went toward this club house like a scud missile I shouted fore, patio occupants scattered, could even hear some furniture being knocked over. My ball flew through open club house door, did a bit of pinball wizard in there, didn't hit one person or cause any damage! LUCKY T**** Very angry man shouted from the patio balcony in Spanish, I did what all honourable people would do and pointed at my pal. Turns out I'd hit a 6 iron!!!!!
 
Can't say I've ever been scared but always duck when someone shouts "Fore!"

Standing to the right of Smiffy, Murphthemog or CrapHacker is frikkin' scary though, the 'Shanksville Boys' as they're known :whistle:
 
Probably when playing Spey Valley on the GM Castle Stuart weekend and some plonker who was playing behind us bladed one out of the bunker while we were on the next tee, hitting my playing partner on the back and making him jump about and squeal like a girl ( which nearly drowned out the sound of sniggering from the crew behind us ).

:whistle::whoo:
 
Probably when playing Spey Valley on the GM Castle Stuart weekend and some plonker who was playing behind us bladed one out of the bunker while we were on the next tee, hitting my playing partner on the back and making him jump about and squeal like a girl ( which nearly drowned out the sound of sniggering from the crew behind us ).

:whistle::whoo:


Hahahahaha


I was that group behind, I do believe that was big Clarke who knifed it. I near wet myself holding in the laughter.It was square on the chest!!!!!

Forgot about that!
 
I got caught in a lightening storm last year, green was surrounded by trees so I abandoned my clubs and took cover. Was hailstones covering the green, so I took my phone out and rang the wife to ask what the weather was like 5 miles from me. Then BANG! hair stood on end and phone went dead. Lightening had struck about 50 yards away from me, apparantly hit a fence and set all the car alarms off in the process. Cut the power to the club house too which in turn set off the alarm and police arrived not long after. Scared the crap out of me and I legged it straight after it hit to the club house. Still finished the round though ;)

Another time at Southern Valley playing around with a mate, theres pylons littered all over the place there. Anyway my mate hits a shot towards this pylon while i was having a pee, it has the third tee box right behind it and a four ball were waiting to tee off. He didnt shout fore or anything, ball ricochets around inside this pylon and the four blokes dive in all directions! I cracked up, and let my mate got up there along to look for his ball and face their wrath!
 
For me its the very first shot of the day, no matter how much i warm up i feel nervous and tense, as soon as the first shots over im fine
 
Nowt ever seem to happen to me. Reading everything I have been most amused. Played all over and seen nowt. Even played down in the everglades, never saw one alligator. Threw alsorts of things in the ponds to try and get one to come out. But no nothing. I have some really boring rounds.
 
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.

This is probably the best story I have heard in a long time. Laughing so much at work reading this!!
 
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