Mine had to be in Hilton Head. I had a buddy and two of his guests meet me at a rather nice course. After playing a less than enjoyable first hole (jitters, ya' know) I was really going to let it fly on the second. I proceeded to top the ball into the turf 2" in front of me, only to see the ground spit it right back to 6" of where I teed it up. Embarassed and trying to save face, I promply slid back and re-adressed the ball. As by buddy's guest were chuckling and my buddy frantically telling me I could re-tee, I lazered a mud-packed ball about 260, straight down the fairway. He still rides me about it.

How Embarassing
 

I've hit my playing partners bag & had the ball ricochet behind us. He left his bag on the path about 20' in front of the teebox for some reason.

I hit a robin with my tee shot once. The ball dropped out of the air just past the ladies tee, lol.

I've told this story before, so apologies tho those who've already heard it.

The very first time I played on an 18 hole course, it was in Dallas on a course that had a big creek that ran all through the course. Virtually every ball I hit went into the water no matter where it was. Finally, on about the 7th hole, there was a par three and the creek was directly behind me. So, I announce to the rest of my group, "A hole with no water. I'm safe!"

Of course, my tee shot is a low line drive that hits the forward tee box marker and ricochets directly back and past me, and into the creek behind the tee box.

The funniest thing I ever witnessed was while playing with a guy who drank a beer a hole, so needless to say his coordination usually was non existant midway through a round. On the 7th tee box he hit his driver which shanked immediately right and hit the tee marker and flew straight back and hit him in the face. I had to lay down because I was laughing too hard to stand.

I once hit a squirrel in the side of the head with a wormburner tee shot. As we walked up to what we thought was a dead squirrel, it sat up, shook itself, and tried to run to the nearest tree. Every few feet, it toppled over and had to right itself to run a few more steps. It finally made it to the safety of the tree, but that did nothing to relieve the incredible amount of needling I got for the rest of that round.

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I am not good enough to get embarassed on the course.

My worst misdeed was on the range. The range was packed, with people waiting behind every station. I decided to loosen up swinging a 7-iron, way behind the line. At one point I took an unintentional divot, that some of the other guys that were waiting had to clean out of their ears. I wanted to be somewhere else really badly after that.

Just the other day I was trying to hook a seven iron around a tree I hit a hard shank right at the cart of my competitors. It richocet off the windshield and back into the fairway. I was worried I was going to kill them.

Back a few years ago when I was playing very good golf, I was at the course "Casablanca" up in Mesuite, NV. I had an early tee time, and was the odd guy out. The three other guys I was playing with all knew each other, plus they knew the starter, and the marshal. I tee up, go through my routine, get set, and hit the best looking topped shot you every saw. I mean that beauty must have went all of 50 yards. I could just imagine what the rest of my group was thinking. I get to my ball, and do the same thing with my 3 wood. Eyes are rolling, as well as some grumbling from the local group. Even the course starter thought he should have a few words with me as to my playing ability, and told me the marshal would be watching my play. As it turned out I eventually played better, and actually turned in a better score than the other three guys I was with.

not allowed beer on courses over here...
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Played a few months ago with a guy who shanked a driver 45 degrees dead right and about waist high into a backyard that hit a very large planter pot and shattered the thing, it just exploded when the ball hit it. Needless to say the woman who lived there came screaming out of the house and the poor guy just got hammered, he gave her a business card and you would have thought he had just killed someone with that shot instead of breaking a pot. You take your chances sometimes getting matched up with strangers in a round and to be honest this guy acted kind of like he had been though this before, he took it pretty well. I wanted to just hide somewhere, it was ridiculous.

My old boss was teeing off in front of a mixture of other employees and our best customers when he topped his drive. It went straight down, popped straight up, and hit him in the chin. It took 4 stitches to close the wound after the round. We just butterflied it together for the round. I am sure his embarrassment was awful.

My second time ever playing I hit an 8 iron off the tee which proceeded to bounce off a tree right back to me which I managed to snag in the air before it hit my face. Couldn't do it again if I tried but if that ball had hit me in the face I may have given up the game right then and there. I think Karma may have been trying to tell me something

I have dealt with this type of home owner before on my local course as it has several homes on tight fairways. Anytime someone says anything about a person hitting their house I immediately stop them in mid sentence and remind them they are the idiots who built a house where people would be hitting hard golf balls at high rates of speed. It's kind of like a homeless person fussing over cars going over the overpass at night keeping them up. Get over it or move is what I would have told her.

That's unfortunate for the owner's but I'm sure they had a vote on the annexing of the land. The added value to your home more than makes up for a broken pot in my opinion.

Last Fall I brought three loan officer clients of mine to my semi-private club for a round of golf. One was a beginner and was telling me how he was really progressing and loving the game. We met in the parking lot and I took him down to the range and went and paid the fees. As I'm walking down the hill to the range I see his swing and say to myself, oh, oh, this is going to be a long day. So we're hitting some balls and this guy is barely getting the club head on the ball. I'm facing him in the next range area because I'm a lefty. He takes a mighty swipe and shanks it almost straight right like Costner in "Tin Cup". I watch it go past with a quick turn of the head. Behind me another member had stepped forward two or three yards out of his hitting station to pick up a tee and the ball hits him right in the groin and drops him to his knees.

It was an "America's Funniest Home Videos" special. He's swearing a little bit and my client is actually kind of chuckling. I couldn't believe it. All I could do was apologize over and over. The guy was more stunned than really angry, thank God.

Then the other two clients showed up and the day got worse.

5 hour 45 minute round. We must have let 15 groups play through. The shanker spent a good part of the day on the phone which was really classy, and probably shot 140. One of the other guys lost at least 20 golf balls yet amazingly kept making five, six, and the occasional seven. The third guy was so embarrassed by these other two that he offered to pay for all the rounds. I declined, but appreciated the offer.

Most embarrassing day of my life on the golf course, and yet I think I shot a 78.

The member that took the shot to the groin turned out to be a really cool guy. We laugh about it, and every time he sees me walking down to the range he looks around quickly pretending to see who I have with me, and covers his crotch with his hands.

Kevin