One fine day, Jim and Bob are out golfing. Jim slices his ball
deep into a wooded ravine. He grabs his 8-iron and proceeds
down the embankment into the ravine in search of his ball.
The brush is quite thick, but Jim searches diligently and
suddenly he spots something shiny. As he gets closer, he
realizes that the shiny object is in fact an 8-iron in the hands
of a skeleton lying near an old golf ball.
Jim calls out to his golfing partner in excitement, "Hey Bob,
come here, I got trouble down here."
Bob comes running over to the edge of the ravine and calls
out, "What's the matter Jim?"
Jim shouts back in a nervous voice, "Throw me my 7-iron!
You can't get out of here with an 8-iron."
