Dan and Brandon were playing a spectacular new golf course built on very scenic terrain – cliff sides, valleys and ravines.
They reached the 6th hole where Dan slices a ball into a thickly wooded and deep ravine, but Dan was determined to not take a penalty stroke. He grabbed his 8-iron and started the descent into the ravine in search of his ball.
The brush was terribly thick and tore at Dan’s clothes. The sunlight was dimmed by all the overhanging branches and vines, but Dan kept searching, and finally spotted something shiny down below.
As he neared the object, he realizes it’s not a ball, but a golf club. Dan took a closer look only to discover that it is an 8-iron, and it was in the hands of a human skeleton lying near an old golf ball!
Dan yelled out for his partner. “Hey Brandon, get over here, I’ve got trouble down here!”
Brandon hurries over to the edge of the ravine and yells down, “What’s the matter, Dan?”
Dan replies, “Bring me my 7-iron. You can’t get out of this stuff with an 8.”
