[Seabear]

So it was Sept, 1962, and I had skipped school for a week to caddy at the Seattle stop on the pro tour. I got selected in the pro-am to be the forecaddy on the 15th hole, dogleg to the right, and had the pleasure of watching Lionel Hebert take a 5 iron from the left rough, bend it around a tree and land pin high. Golf shot!
With everyone's attention focused on Mr. Hebert I didn't see that the foursome behind had teed off into us, without waiting for the fairway to clear, and that one of the guys had sliced into the woods on the opposite side of the fairway. When I realized what was going on I headed across the fairway as fast as I could, being a scrawny runt in size L caddies' coveralls didn't help, and tried to guess the location of the ball by judging the golfer's course into the trees. Well, there was no way to find the ball and the golfer was penalized two strokes for lost ball. He gave me the impression he had been drinking and started calling me every four letter name you could call a kid for losing his ball. Then I recognized him...James Garner, who was starring in The Mavericks on tv. What a dick...hit a poor shot, hit into the leading foursome, and blame it on a kid when you can't find it...but I was kind of laughing on my way back across the fairway, cuz even at that young age I knew I would tell this story at some point.