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Remember one time I was with some buds, four-wheeling through the woods in my Bronco. We were in some uncharted territory but keeping a good pace. We chanced upon a nicely-finished trail and figured 'why not' and followed it. Well it seems that path was a maintenance road for a golf course.

Cruising along at a good clip, we suddenly burst onto the green of a hole at the local private country club. I slammed on the brakes in horror and stopped. The recent rain had left the green soggy, and we plowed some nice deep muddy grooves into the turf.

A golf ball dropped from the sky near the green. "Plop". It sounded like a cannonball. We looked up to see a group of very irate duffers alternately regarding us, and their golf clubs. It seems they had all thought of a new use for their irons. I pulled the wheel hard left, pulled a muddy 180' doughnut, and sped off into the woods. I cannot remember when we stopped laughing.