What is the Most Bizarre/Strange/Craziest thing you have done/seen on a golf course?

[bambam]

I've seen some pretty interesting characters at some of the muni's out in the country around here. My brother and I played w/ a couple guys on a fluke, 60 degree day in February. They came drunk, then each of them drank enough by about the third hole that we had a contact-high just from lookin' at 'em, and after the turn they broke out the weed and hit that pretty hard the whole back nine. Normally, if it's really bad we'd ditch them at the turn, but these guys were hilarious. One of the guys carried around a really long driver that he usually missed the ball with, and he had a little piece of green indoor/outdoor carpet that he would put under his ball before every shot. There was too much to list here, and I don't remember a lot of the day because we were practically in tears from laughing so hard....thank you for starting this thread, because I'd almost forgotten about this.

[12 piece bucket]

I've seen some pretty interesting characters at some of the muni's out in the country around here. My brother and I played w/ a couple guys on a fluke, 60 degree day in February. They came drunk, then each of them drank enough by about the third hole that we had a contact-high just from lookin' at 'em, and after the turn they broke out the weed and hit that pretty hard the whole back nine. Normally, if it's really bad we'd ditch them at the turn, but these guys were hilarious. One of the guys carried around a really long driver that he usually missed the ball with, and he had a little piece of green indoor/outdoor carpet that he would put under his ball before every shot. There was too much to list here, and I don't remember a lot of the day because we were practically in tears from laughing so hard....thank you for starting this thread, because I'd almost forgotten about this.

Wow! You met my dad! Hope he didn't soil himself. . . pops is a piece of work.

[12 piece bucket]

Well me and my dorky buddies were waiting about 6 groups deep about 8 am on a Saturday at Oak Hollow in beautiful High Point NC home of the World Famous Tiki. On deck are these foreigners in for the furniture market. Obviously these dudes have watched a lot of golf on tv. They had on really nice expensive clothes but they were matching the "tigers" with their "elephants." I'm talking your green glen plads with orange stripes and white belts. Shoes with them little flapper thingies.

They're gettin' their pre-round gibber jabber on . . . I'm sure talking about starting a college fund for the peg leg stripper at the World Famous. I'm sure it was the foreign version of "Dude, she was wantin' me baaaaaad."

When it happens . . .

Foreign Buddy Number 1 practicing his double-cocked backswing that's way faster than his downswing, connects at point blank range with Buddy Number 2. Right smack dab on the mouth! Sounded like somebody looking for a ripe watermellon at the Piggy Wiggy. Buddy Number 2 is now rollin' around like that ant you pinched between your fangers when you were a tot right on the tee box.

Buddy Number 2 is restrained by Numbers 3 and 4 so no fistacuffs will ensue. But now Buddy Number 2 is minus . . .

a toofus. Yikes. We were had one of those milk comin' out of the nose laughs. True story.

[dcg1952]

About 6 years ago I was playing in a tournament at our local course. An elderly guy (Bob) in our foursome, about 65 or so, was well-known to be rather feisty. On the 13th tee a marshall drives towards us and Bob, who wasn't in a very good mood, announces to us that the %&^$#@* marshall better not say a word about our group playing slow because we had been waiting on every shot. Sure enough, the marshall very kindly was going around asking every group to try and play a little faster. As expected, Bob proceeds to verbally rip this poor guy apart. We finally managed to get the marshall away, but Bob continues to fume. A few holes later, on the 16th fairway, this marshall comes up behind us and says something to good old Bob, who is sitting in the cart. I have hit my approach shot to the green and am walking up to mark my ball when I hear shouting behind me. I turn around to watch Bob and the marshall involved in full all-out combat---wrestling, punching , kicking. Two guys in their late 60's goin' at it in the middle of the fairway.
I've seen people get angry about being hit into, slow play, etc. But, this was a classic. The advanced age of these guys actually made it funny. We managed to get them separated and continue the round. Still talk about it every year. (And the week following the incident the guy riding with Bob showed up wearing a football helmet)

[EdZ]

A few years ago I was finishing up a round at Harding Park in SF. The course is between two lakes, and there is a small park area and boat launch near the entrance, and somewhat close to the 18th hole.

On the 18th tee, as the group in front of us moves out of range, I get up to hit and see a woman and two small kids walking out to the middle of the fairway. She spreads out a blanket, plops down a picnic and her two kids start running around playing tag with each other. It took a while for her to hear the 4 of us yelling out at her to move, since the tee is across a bit of water and the wind was blowing!

Needless to say, I don't think she knew anything about golf or golf courses!

[bambam]

My cousin & I play golf each year while on vacation during each of the main summer holidays. We play a little course in north-central indiana that happens to have high tension power lines running through a few holes on the course. The local rules are if you hit one you get to re-hit, but we'd played there dozens of times and never even come close...you see where this is going, but wait.. So my cousin, he's not what you'd call a consistent driver of the golf ball, and the only way you could really hit these power lines would be if you hit a pretty good drive, and even then the ball would have to peak exactly where the lines are as they are pretty high...again that would be a great drive...not real common for either of us. About the time we'd forgotten the lines were there, he nuts a drive and hits the power line dead on..funny noise, then the ball drops out of the sky....we were cracking up. Now, that's not the "shocking" thing...that could happen to anybody I suppose...We've played twice since he did that, and both times we've stepped up to the tee, looked at each other, laughed, then he drilled the power line! It's gotten less funny for him, because it ruins a great drive...me, I laugh hard

almost put this in hole-ies and pole-ies this summer

[12 piece bucket]

Me and my buddy ALWAYS walk. Period. Even if we gotta pay to ride we walk. Well my buddy will fight a tree or at least talk yang to it. We're playing in High Point (home of the World Famous Tiki) at Blair Park. A less than stellar goat track in less than desirable 'hood. For instance a couple of geezers got pistol whipped on 18 and their assailant walked a way with about $5 and some Geritol.

[HoganFan]

...crushed driver on a tight par four at my buddy's club about 290. The bad news--my Titleist bad hops in to a swale/ditch that bisects the fairway. My buddy drives to his ball, I decide to tip-toe down in to the muck and grab my ball--on the third step, I go down and in, up to my chest in this murky, boggy quicksand stuff. Buddy races over, pulls me out with his six iron.

That was the fifth hole. We finished the round, me covered up to my chest in mud. We skipped drinks in the clubhouse afterwards. Oh, took a drop hit a nice 8i in and lipped out the nine footer.