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  1. NHryn

    NHryn
    Grampian, PA

    I want to know what your most EMBARRASSING moment to happen to you on the golf course.

    Ill start us off, when I was 13 I was playing with my dad and uncle and we came upon a group that let us play throught. They were going to hit their second shot on hole but decided to let us through. So I bomb a drive right beside their cart and then I get up to hit my second shot and send a bullet of a shank into their cart. They both dove out of the sides of cart and I was so embarrassed. I was told not to worry about it but I felt terrible

    Let me know yours below\/

  2. Doug E

    Doug E
    Urbana, MD

    It's a long story that has been published on a couple golf sites. The written article is quite humorous, actually, but the experience for me at the time was definitely not. I won't bore you with the story, but if anyone wants a link to it, I'd be happy to send one.

    The bottom line is that, after becoming a member at a semi-private club many years back, I met two of the members for the first time, one day on the first tee, when I would have otherwise gone out as a single. I asked to join them. I would regret that request within the hour.

    I found out after a hole or two that they both lived in the private community which surrounded the course and had been members for many years. Both their houses were adjacent to fairways on the course. After the first three holes I was playing well and impressing them both with my solid game. I was even par through three with 3 GIRs. I was getting a little cocky.

    On the fourth tee, one of them pointed out his house along the fairway and mentioned that it had been hit a number of times. It was in a place that seemed rather safe from errant shots. It was high up on a ridge 40 yards right of the fairway, and certainly out of my range off the tee. However, the thought got in my head. My tee shot ended up well short of his house, but up on the steep hill in the direction of his house, way off the fairway. Up until that point they had only seen me hit perfect shots.

    When I arrived at my ball, I was greeted by a very steep sidehill lie, with some trees to get around, and still a long way from the green. When I addressed the ball, it was nearly chest high. That's how steep it was. His house was another 30-40 yards diagonally ahead, further up the slope. His wife was on the deck tending to her plants. He waved to her. She was happy and smiling.

    Then, as I swung my club on the steep side hill, I kind of lost my balance, falling slightly off the ball due to the extreme slope. As a result, I barely caught the ball with the toe of my hybrid. It flew diagonally right, barely missing and killing his wife, finally smashing a beloved glass wind chime unit to smithereens all over their deck. You want to see embarrassed? THAT was embarrassing. What are the odds that you hit a guy's house who you are playing with and just met? I had never hit a house in my life before that.

    BTW, his wife was no longer happy or smiling.
  3. JT TITLEISTUSER

    JT TITLEISTUSER
    Wirral

    Doug,
    Deepest sympathy...
    Think you did very well to hit the wind chime from such a difficult lie!
    JT
  4. NHryn

    NHryn
    Grampian, PA

    Doug E said:

    It's a long story that has been published on a couple golf sites. The written article is quite humorous, actually, but the experience for me at the time was definitely not. I won't bore you with the story, but if anyone wants a link to it, I'd be happy to send one.

    The bottom line is that, after becoming a member at a semi-private club many years back, I met two of the members for the first time, one day on the first tee, when I would have otherwise gone out as a single. I asked to join them. I would regret that request within the hour.

    I found out after a hole or two that they both lived in the private community which surrounded the course and had been members for many years. Both their houses were adjacent to fairways on the course. After the first three holes I was playing well and impressing them both with my solid game. I was even par through three with 3 GIRs. I was getting a little cocky.

    On the fourth tee, one of them pointed out his house along the fairway and mentioned that it had been hit a number of times. It was in a place that seemed rather safe from errant shots. It was high up on a ridge 40 yards right of the fairway, and certainly out of my range off the tee. However, the thought got in my head. My tee shot ended up well short of his house, but up on the steep hill in the direction of his house, way off the fairway. Up until that point they had only seen me hit perfect shots.

    When I arrived at my ball, I was greeted by a very steep sidehill lie, with some trees to get around, and still a long way from the green. When I addressed the ball, it was nearly chest high. That's how steep it was. His house was another 30-40 yards diagonally ahead, further up the slope. His wife was on the deck tending to her plants. He waved to her. She was happy and smiling.

    Then, as I swung my club on the steep side hill, I kind of lost my balance, falling slightly off the ball due to the extreme slope. As a result, I barely caught the ball with the toe of my hybrid. It flew diagonally right, barely missing and killing his wife, finally smashing a beloved glass wind chime unit to smithereens all over their deck. You want to see embarrassed? THAT was embarrassing. What are the odds that you hit a guy's house who you are playing with and just met? I had never hit a house in my life before that.

    BTW, his wife was no longer happy or smiling.

    Well that blows mine out of the water but I want to hear what happened after that, did you still play with the guy after?
  5. Doug E

    Doug E
    Urbana, MD

    Doug E said:

    It's a long story that has been published on a couple golf sites. The written article is quite humorous, actually, but the experience for me at the time was definitely not. I won't bore you with the story, but if anyone wants a link to it, I'd be happy to send one.

    The bottom line is that, after becoming a member at a semi-private club many years back, I met two of the members for the first time, one day on the first tee, when I would have otherwise gone out as a single. I asked to join them. I would regret that request within the hour.

    I found out after a hole or two that they both lived in the private community which surrounded the course and had been members for many years. Both their houses were adjacent to fairways on the course. After the first three holes I was playing well and impressing them both with my solid game. I was even par through three with 3 GIRs. I was getting a little cocky.

    On the fourth tee, one of them pointed out his house along the fairway and mentioned that it had been hit a number of times. It was in a place that seemed rather safe from errant shots. It was high up on a ridge 40 yards right of the fairway, and certainly out of my range off the tee. However, the thought got in my head. My tee shot ended up well short of his house, but up on the steep hill in the direction of his house, way off the fairway. Up until that point they had only seen me hit perfect shots.

    When I arrived at my ball, I was greeted by a very steep sidehill lie, with some trees to get around, and still a long way from the green. When I addressed the ball, it was nearly chest high. That's how steep it was. His house was another 30-40 yards diagonally ahead, further up the slope. His wife was on the deck tending to her plants. He waved to her. She was happy and smiling.

    Then, as I swung my club on the steep side hill, I kind of lost my balance, falling slightly off the ball due to the extreme slope. As a result, I barely caught the ball with the toe of my hybrid. It flew diagonally right, barely missing and killing his wife, finally smashing a beloved glass wind chime unit to smithereens all over their deck. You want to see embarrassed? THAT was embarrassing. What are the odds that you hit a guy's house who you are playing with and just met? I had never hit a house in my life before that.

    BTW, his wife was no longer happy or smiling.

    Actually, I tried to continue, but was so shaken up, I quit after a couple more holes. I just could not swing with any confidence. I was literally shaking at address on every shot after the accident.

    The guy's wife, who almost got hit by the toed line drive, eventually laughed about the whole thing.....but it took her two years to finally do so! She was really upset when it happened. Evidently, the wind chime was something special to them. (I sent them a hundred dollar gift card a few days later, along with a note, apologizing profusely.)

    As it turns out, the other guy in the group eventually became one of my best golf buddies and part of my regular foursome at that club. I have since moved away to another state, but he and the others in the group come visit me at my new home and we usually play at least 2-3 rounds together at my present club each year. The above story always comes up again when we get together. It's a good laugh.
  6. Don O

    Don O
    Madison, WI

    When I first took up golf (at 59) on my first scramble, one of the holes' prizes was for the shortest drive. I figured I had that one as a lock, but I exceeded all expectations. I topped the ball so much that it plugged about 4 feet in front of my tee and well within the tee box. The walk of shame was getting up in front of everyone to pick up the package of lipstick pink tees as the award. Or was it worse walking down 100 yards or so and bringing the plaque back to the tee box?
  7. Gabriel G

    Gabriel G
    Cedar Park, TX

    Military
    Oh Boy.... Here it goes. Playing with another two guys who I didn't know. Taking my 6 iron for a shot to the green. They are standing 90 degrees to my right. Away a good distance. I take a mighty back swing and hit the ball hard. Shanked!! Ball went straight to one guy chin high. He move a little and I hit the side of his neck. He stumbled a little but did not fall. I ran to him, thinking I killed him. The neck had a red mark on the side. I felt so bad, gave me my phone number and name in case he felt worse. I could not keep my mind off of him the whole round. I just kept talking about him to my partner. To this day I felt shame from that shot.
  8. Lance P

    Lance P
    Hillsborough, NC

    The worst moment on the course didn't happen to me but to my brother-in-law. We were playing with our wives in a charity scramble. They went about 100 yards ahead of us to the crest of a hill to make sure we were clear to hit. Waved us up and my sister, who was driving the cart, backed into the right rough with her facing us. My BIL hits a low screamer directly toward them and we both yell "FORE". My wife bails from the passenger side behind their bags but my sister jumps from the cart and took maybe two steps into the fairway. His ball was just like a heat-seeking missile hooking right toward her and smacked her in her left thigh. Bruised and not happy she did finish the round but the post-round dinner was a bit quiet.
  9. Deno

    Deno
    New Jersey

    Military
    Well as a young teenage I was added to a family foresome with a Mom, Dad, and young pretty daughter my age. We played 4 holes without her even acknowledging my presence. Not a glance. As we were walking down the 5th fairway which has a bridge over a small creek. As we started to cross, she smiled and asked me what school I went to. Before I could answer, I took one step too far to the side and went off the bridge into the creek bag and all. Needless to say, I was REALLY embarassed.....and played the rest of the holes soak and wet.
  10. NHryn

    NHryn
    Grampian, PA

    Deno said:

    Well as a young teenage I was added to a family foresome with a Mom, Dad, and young pretty daughter my age. We played 4 holes without her even acknowledging my presence. Not a glance. As we were walking down the 5th fairway which has a bridge over a small creek. As we started to cross, she smiled and asked me what school I went to. Before I could answer, I took one step too far to the side and went off the bridge into the creek bag and all. Needless to say, I was REALLY embarassed.....and played the rest of the holes soak and wet.

    Did you get her number though? No bug really what happened after?
  11. Deno

    Deno
    New Jersey

    Military

    Deno said:

    Well as a young teenage I was added to a family foresome with a Mom, Dad, and young pretty daughter my age. We played 4 holes without her even acknowledging my presence. Not a glance. As we were walking down the 5th fairway which has a bridge over a small creek. As we started to cross, she smiled and asked me what school I went to. Before I could answer, I took one step too far to the side and went off the bridge into the creek bag and all. Needless to say, I was REALLY embarassed.....and played the rest of the holes soak and wet.

    Nate
    Haaaaaaa! I sure didn't get her number. I only got her towel...lol !
  12. Todd S

    Todd S
    Beavercreek, OH

    I was a guest at WPAFB officers course playing with a neighbor who was an Air Force officer.
    On the back 9 he realized the colonel base commander what's playing the group ahead of us.
    On the 16th hole there was a blind Tee shot over a ridge down into the fairway. I striped one right down the middle to here ouch off in a distance. As we walk over the hill said base commander was knealing in the fairway. Apparently I hit him square in the chest on the fly with my Tee shot.
    After making sure he was Ok. I appoligezed for hitting him.
    He said it was his fault. He was playing 17 and hooked it into the our fairway.
    You can imagine how relifed I was to know I didn't hit into him.
  13. Andrew K

    Andrew K
    MI

    In college I was playing a two man best ball. I can't remember the hole number now but I put the ball on a tee too high and swung right under the ball. The tee went flying and the ball dropped straight down. Looked at the other guys I was playing with and asked what to do (this was my first tournament). Smoked a 3 wood down the middle and got up and down for a par.

  14. Nick S

    Nick S
    NE Indiana

    Was the second day of a golf outing that my boss and his family did every Labor Day Weekend. Had always wanted to join him with this and of course nervous because I wanted to be invited back.

    on a very wet and rainy day, we were play best ball and I went to pick up my ball in the fairway as my boss was driving the cart. When I went to grab the ball I stuck my hand and went rolling out of the moving cart on the soggy fairway. I have never seen my boss laugh so hard!
  15. JT TITLEISTUSER

    JT TITLEISTUSER
    Wirral

    A "Second Hand" incident but none the less one that still makes me - and those who witnessed it - smile...
    A group of us were invited to accompany members of a local private links course. On the first tee, with all of the assembled company watching plus a couple of groups of members waiting their turn, my playing partner managed to direct his opening drive at precisely 90* to the tee box and smash the large, ornate clubhouse clock. The clock had been attached to the clubhouse wall about 20 foot from the ground. In a cloud of glass the clock dropped slowly onto the small putting green below - luckily there was nobody practicing!! After an initial stunned, jaw-dropped silence, everyone burst into prolonged laughter. Partner was totally unabashed by his error and calmly asked if anyone had seen his ball and wondered if 3-off the tee was appropriate!
    The club secretary was very understanding and insurance covered the damage, however the replacement clock was, understandably, significantly smaller and less ornate than the original. Oh and yes, we were invited back!
    JT
  16. Frank P

    Frank P
    Port St. Lucie, FL

    Military
    Years ago I was playing at a public course that had the old plastic balls that they used for tee markers. On the first tee I hit a worm burner at the right tee marker on the ladies tee and drove it out of the ground. My ball stopped dead and the plastic ball tee marker went about 10 feet forward. A guy in the group waiting to tee off behind us yells out " Hey pal, your supposed to play the little white ball, not the big red one ". Everyone waiting to tee off was laughing their butts off. Thankfully, one guy in our group had the good sense to have me pick up the ball and drop it in the fairway up with everyone else in the group for my second shot, which calmed me down. Later, we had a good laugh about it at the 19th hole, but at the time I was so embaressed, I wanted to hide.
  17. Trevor P

    Trevor P
    Brentwood, Essex

    Many years ago, when I was off single figures, I was playing in a competition at a well know course in Scotland. I was not having a great round but I was scoring great. I was driving ok, my irons where terrible but I kept on paring the holes. We came to mid way point on the back 9 and I was 3 under my handicap, but one tee shot changed all that.
    Standing on the tee, I stood to the right of the tee looking to fade the ball around the corner. Unfortunately, for me I hit the ball low of the face and it hit the tee marker in front before sailing over mine and through my playing partners, to the right of the tee. It happened so fast there was chance of fore. There was few anger words followed by silence. I was then informed by one of the marshals, that the tee markers were an integral part of the course so I had to play it as it lay. Well my playing partners were laughing their heads off at this point and I wanted the ground to open up. From thick rough I eventually, got the ball just in front of the tee in 5 and ended up with a 10. As you might have gathered the rest of the round did not go to plan, but it was a great talking point in the bar afterwards
  18. Chuck Z

    Chuck Z
    Mt Pleasant, SC

    Military
    When I first started playing the crazy game back in 1985, I was noted for my bad temperament. Yeah, one of those, but played with guys with the same issues. A bunch of managers who let their frustrations out on the golf course. Not a fun bunch be be around. Fortunately we an accountant who owned his own business and was level headed and was the core of the group. It all started one morning on the driving range when one of friends was warming up and he, as single digit handicapper at the time, was in a hurry, was using his driver. He jumped on the range behind me about six yards to my left and started letting the big dog fly. All of a sudden I felt a an unbelievable pain behind my left knee as I let out a screaming yell, H***, you Son ** * ****, you hit me, and fell to the ground. Took me down like a lob lolly pine. All 6"3". 250 lbs at the time. You could see he was sorry as tears began to roll down his cheeks. I am so sorry Chuck rolled form his lips as he saw the Titleist imprint in the back of my leg, which lasted for a few weeks. Looked at him with a grin, in extreme pain, and said, "paybacks are a *****." Now for the most embarrassing part. Over the months as we played together my temper always getting me in trouble and costing me for the replacement shafts or driver heads, one day tragedy struck. I lost it and did a whirly bird with one of irons and did not look where I was tossing it and it hit my friend who had hit me on the range. Caught him in the stomach. Absolutely the most embarrassing moment on the golf course for me. One lesson learned that day, I never threw a club after that day in anger. Yes I apologized over and over and over and assured him it was not payback, but he did say, "payback Chuck". Kind of embarrassing to even write this. Sometimes we learn the hard way.
  19. Rick D

    Rick D
    Weston, WI

    After our league round on Men's Day, a group goes out to play "cocktail league". We pick teams to scramble for skins, drink cart following along.

    We're on the first hole and my team is playing our second shot. From across the fairway a guy from another team hits a range ball over to us, dribbling it into my teammates ankle as he's addressing the ball. I reach over with my iron, rake it to me and one handed hit it back. I catch it flush, linedrive. The offending guy's eyes go wide as the ball screams towards him, he ducks, it hits the front edge of the golf cart's roof and ricochets down into the cart. His partner is sitting in the cart talking on his phone as the ball hits him on top of the head. He spills out of the cart, swearing. Hand to his head as he stands up, then off and yells out that he's bleeding. Up to the green and a doctor playing along is administering first aid while everyone putts and I hang my head.

    Despite the guys telling me to shrug it off, I had a hard time concentrating on the golf after that. I'm grateful the guy wasn't hurt that bad and didn't hold it against me. He gives me grief about it every once in a while. I'm a lot more respectful now of what a ball in flight can do!
  20. SWilliams

    SWilliams
    Arkansas

    This has been a few years ago. It happened to a friend of mine that has since passed away, so it is a fond memory of him and the fun we had.

    We was playing in a charity tournament at a local nine hole course. We was playing our 2nd hole, which was the #1 hole. It is a par 3 plays about 155 yards. The local Ford dealership puts a New F150 up for a hole in one prize. So needless to say this hole has eyes on it. The entire volunteer crew is nearby at the practice green, plus the people they have watching to verify if the ball goes in to win the truck.

    Everyone in the group hits their ball. Nobody gets close to the pin, but we have one on the green. My friend goes to hit his ball. Before he swings he tells us to get ready to take his picture with his new truck. He swings. Tops the ball and hits one the plastic golf ball tee markers that were about the size of a large grapefruit. This thing explodes into a million pieces. Everyone that sees it dies laughing.

    My friend walks out to pick up his ball sitting on the edge of the tee box sitting in the shattered remains of the tee marker. Head down he gets in my cart and says "I don't like red anyway". (The color of the truck and the tee marker he hit)

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