What your funniest Golf Experience?

I played a round at Pebble Beach and I was in the bunker on the 6th hole and when I bent over to hit the shot I ripped my pants and had to play the rest of the round this way. One hole there were 2 ladies behind me so my drive or tee shot was without much foot work trying to conceal the ripped pants.

My opponent for an upcomming match had been bragging in the Bar for weeks about his Driving and how far he could hit it ,how he could play a fade or a draw ,in fact you would have thought you were listening to the worlds Driving champion.
On the day of the match (it was Pairs Stableford) Me and my partner teed off,both half decent for us, well at least on the short stuff. The Guy on both our drives said "Huh ,thats lengthened the hole"
Anyway (you know whats comming) he takes his Taylor Made out of the bag ,kisses it and sets himself up on the tee,The big swing and his pressious club goes spinning off into the lake,We just couldnt help it ,me and my pal were in stitches, the tears were running down our faces,His partner asked us to stop laughing but it was too late we had lost control.
The commotion /and news (travels fast ) had brought a few out of the clubhouse just in time to see super driver , down to his pants ,the water just over his Knees suddenly dissapear below the surface,With this we were off again the pain in my sides was unbearable.

Ps Superdriver returned to the clubhouse got changed, purchased a new Taylor Made and proceeded to give me and my pal a good hiding. He is great off the tee but the bragging has stopped,there is always someone around to remind him of the day he gave us all a good laugh

i think the funniest (and most dangerously close to killing somebody) moment was in my first round this year.

me and my two friends were playing, and one was decent (he shot a 105) and the other was brutal-147

the better guy tees up on a hole and hits the ball directly between his legs, nearly hits the bad guy's head. the ball bounces around a gazebo and rolls back up to the tee

In my early 20's was good friends with an assistant pro at the club. There had been a night golf tournament there earlier in the year and he had some balls left over from it; you cracked a glow stick and put it inside a slot in the ball and they went about 60% of the distance of a normal ball. We plotted out nine holes to play that had no water on them to so we wouldn't lose the balls. There was me, the pro, my brother and best friend in our group.

We were drinking out there, and after a few to many, we played a hole where the losers had to play the next hole nude. It's dark, and no one can see, so we figure what's the harm. Me and my buddy lose the hole, and we're down to nothing but our golf shoes, and we're on a hole right in the middle of the course. We get up by the green, I'm standing over my putt, and everyone else scrambles. I look up and there is some guy and his girlfriend out for a walk on the course (this is like 11 at night). I'm stuck in the middle of the green with no where to go. I ran to my bag, pulled it in front of me and put my headcover over my nether region. I can hear the other three hiding in the trees pissing themselves laughing. I gave the couple a "have a nice night", embarrassed as hell. They just kept walking probably wondering what the hell was going on. It was hilarious, but the clothes went on right after that

Playing in Texas with a strong head wind. A friend popped his tee shot up; it went up high and forward a few yards then blew back 15 yards behind us, straight over our heads.

Not exactly a "stinger".

SubPar

It was close to 10 years ago, I was in Scotland on business and had a chance to play Carnoustie on the weekend. Carnoustie doesn't have a driving range on property. There was a range at the west end of town where you could go warm up.

There were seven of us hitting balls in that small range that had a net off in the distance separating the facility from a housing complex of orderly well kept homes. In retrospect, this was a warm-up facility and not a full driving range. However, wanting to "take the big dog out for a walk," I flexed my driver and cranked a dousey that found a tear in the net and started traveling the proverbial country mile. The ball disappeared... Silence...

Off in the distance you could hear shattering glass. I turned to my partners and said, "Well, guys, that didn't sound good." I put my driver back in my bag and began hitting my short irons. Five minutes later, an older gentleman walked into the hitting bays and began sizing up the patrons. Everyone was hitting trying not to act like we were the guilty party - only, I knew... well, we all did. I heard a younger man tell the gentleman that he saw a golfer leave earlier, maybe it was him. The gentleman looking irritated, turned and walked out. Everyone was laughing; nobody killed... or, caught, right?

As we were getting into the car to head back to Carnoustie for our tee time, I was feeling pretty hollow. I went back into the shack and inquired about the gentleman. I was told that this was the fourth time this week that golfers had hit the man's greenhouse; and, even though he was a golfer himself, it was getting expensive. I asked for a few more details and then quickly joined my friends.

Let's just say on that day golf wasn't the first thing on my mind. After the round, as we were heading back to Dundee, I asked my friends if they would mind trying to find the gentleman's house. Everyone thought I was touched in the head. They all laughed and told me not to worry about it. We drove on and life went on.

A year later, I found myself stopped in front of a quaint house with a greenhouse off the side. I knocked on the door and was received by the gentleman's good wife. To make a short story longer, golf does make friends of strangers even under "shattering circumstances." We have enjoyed a couple of rounds over the years and chuckle about the circumstance of our meeting. Shakespeare said it best... All's well that ends well.

My first time ever golfing, hole 17. It's the hole that is like .1 miles from my house, just at the end of the street. So I'm ALWAYS staring at it and this is my first chance to play it.

I only had 4 clubs at the time, a driver, mid-iron, pw, and putter.

This is a Par 3.

I pull out my mid-iron and hit a perfect shot, just wasn't the right club and I end up short and left, in a greenside bunker. My dad hits it in the same bunker.

I hit my bunker shot like 5 feet and my dad steps up to his ball and says "Watch how it's done, son."

He then proceeded to pick the ball clean, and smacked it about 140 yds - about 130 yds over the green. Went over the street and into the woods behind the street. I was LMAO the entire 18th hole.