Good golf stories?

[Brady0626]

The moose was eating, and my friend dared me to sneak up behind it and he took a picture, then I ran as fast as I can, luckily the moose didn't hear me.

No doubt, a moose ran down my street once when I was "sick" from school and playing road hockey

It was huge with a calve(right term?) behind it. Ran into my neighbours then unfenced backyard. And I live in town for the most part, well a suburb haha. I just stood in awe, so huge.

[907golfer12]

No doubt, a moose ran down my street once when I was "sick" from school and playing road hockey

Yeah they can get pretty big, where do you live?

*EDIT* Just saw, Alberta is where your at

[N.V.M.]

don't read this if you're prudish!








anyways, 8 of us guys went on our yearly golf trip. our schedule was 1 round as we arrived, two rounds the following day, and on the way home on the third day, play another. first day went pretty good except for Tony who went out to the casino and didn't get back till 5 am. time enough to change and head off for our two rounds. he made it but right after crashed before dinner. that same night, someone threw a bag of "cookies" on the table. you KNOW what kind of cookies these were,ahem. well,most of us had a nibble. nothing. try some more,right? not such a good idea.

next thing i know it's 6 am. my room mate, worse condition, and he's the driver. we manage to make it to the parking lot, he starts the truck, drives 50 feet and parks it, giggling his ass off. i'm just spinning myself,but deep down logical brain was telling me we have to get going. a two hour drive to make our last tee time. well hells bells, when all of sudden Steve just loses it and fires up the truck and off we go. can you say scary?! haha, can laugh about it now.

so, we actually make it to the golf course, with a few strange stares from the course starter. i could see our buddies in front of us pissing themselves at us too. man, we should've headed straight back to town. i tee up my ball and worm burn it, but fairly long,200+ yards. quite a miracle considering it felt like we just ate those magic pastries.
next, Steve winds up and let's it rip. toes it dead right into the trees. mumble, mumble, cuss . i need new underwear at this point! finally, he manages to swat one the fairway.

this carried on till about the 7th hole when Steve has to go. and by go i mean er, umm, #2. no Porta-Potties in sight, what to do? i can see him fighting it, eyes and jaws clenched. he finally says he's ok. whew,onward we go.

at the turn, we pass by the refreshment hut and Steve orders a hot dog. i said Steve, do you think thats a good idea? at this point, thinking was not one of our resourses, so i watch him gobble down a top-heavy sauerkraut laden concoction that gave my bowels the shivers.

off to the 10th. oh oh, now he's really gotta go. i knew this by the fact that Steve said if we don't leave now, i'll see something i would never be able to "unsee". good enough for me! into the power cart we go, looking for the clubhouse. where the hell is it. this course winds and turns, built on a hill, did i mention i was scared before. no time for macho now, we ask for directions, again the stares! haha!

there it is, the clubhouse, lordy jesus. zoom, Steve flies out of the cart and makes it to the john. now this clubhouse was small, the bathroom was just inside, almost part of the clubhouse. i mention this because i knew he was done because i could see about 1/2 dozen guys exiting the clubhouse, almost in a panic. again i need new underwear! and there's Steve, big smile on his face. no shame whatsoever. he just says" let's get out of here Mike".
i said, "do we have a choice?!"

[oo77oo]

[QUOTE=N.V.M.;201498]don't read this if you're prudish!


What a freaking awesome story. Thanks for sharing!!!