My job as a land surveyor took me to a golf
course that was expanding from 9 holes to
18 holes.
Using a machete to clear thick brush in an
area I was mapping, I came upon a golf club
that an irate player must have tossed away.
It was in good condition, so I picked it up
and continued on.
When I broke out of the brush onto a putting
green, two golfers stared at me in awe. I had
a machete in one hand, a golf club in the other,
and behind me was a clear-cut swath over 100
yards long.
"There," said one of the golfers, "is a guy who
REALLY hates to lose his ball!"
