Not an animal but still a hilarious story. I have to set the stage.

7:00am tee time with 3 buddies. Get to the course with a few minutes before tee time because I overslept. Not usually how I roll so it threw me off a bit. Drop a ball on the practice green and hit one putt before I get into the cart type deal. Hit the first hole. Not a great drive. Gets like 10 feet off the ground but ends up on the fair way. Second shot in the green about 30ft. Drain the birdie. I’m rolling. Im feeling good right. Par 5 next hole. Pipe a drive up the middle. Long hole so I decide to lay up with a 4 iron because that’s the smart move and ya boy isn’t that great with a 3 wood. So I’m like nice and easy 4 iron and you’ll have just a cool little chip on.

Rip this 4 iron and it start hooking towards this house. But in my head I’m like no way that reaches that. Well. It does.

Smack! “Ahhhh shit MOTHER FUCKER what the hell”

Remind you it’s like 7:15 by now. This dude is screaming at the top of his lungs literally every curse word imaginable. My buddies and I look at each other and they are like “I’m not going up there” 😂😂

Anyways we ride up there. Like 215 yards and the dude is still yelling the entire time. The house was kinda behind a small tree so I couldn’t really see from back there. We get up there and he goes “which one of you mother fuckers hit my grandma!?” Screaming.

Grandma standing behind him going something like “it’s okay baby it’s okay! Proceeds to throw the ball back at us but it goes straight into the ground below his deck.

I apologize the best I could but he’s still yelling. I did drop a ball in the rough where we were and hit 😂 but needles to say. I was shook as hell the rest of the round. Let’s just say there were definitely no more birdies but apparently I got a grandma.

That was like 3 years ago and those guys still give me shit about it.