Yeah, I was stupid. And drunk. I could’ve been killed. As it was, I made it home with severe abrasions and contusions on one leg.
My brother rolled a golf cart. The spray of clubs through the air was quite lovely, viewed from sitting in the cart behind him.
I understand the view in the cart was not quite so lovely.
A beer a hole makes for interesting play by the time you get near the end. Yeah, we were young.
We once had to borrow the tractor to pull a cart out of the lake at the same course. Not exactly a country club, more of a country boy recreation place.