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Two nice days playing golf with a father and son duo from the US.Fred the father converted to Buddism when his son Justin was 6 years old. Justin now in his early 20's who had never shot below 100 before had the game of his life and smashed us much to the delight of his father who had taught him golf at the age of three and had rebelled until now. Fred a real comic and nice guy had a typical saying for most things as Buddists do including a original poem for Golf which went something like:
If ifs and when's and could have been's and sometimes maybes were. Then it would be but as it is it ain't
It sounded good after a few beers at least. The second day ( today ) Ann and I played with Heidy and Alan from Canada and had a good laugh. Ann played great which was nice. Meeting them later for a drink and maybe dinner.
The photo is Ann with the Canadians.
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mandy GOLF JOKE Off the seventh tee, Brian sliced his shot deep into a wooded ravine. He took his eight iron and clambered down the embankment in search of his lost ball. After many long minutes of hacking at the underbrush, he spotted something glistening in the leaves. As he drew nearer, he discovered that it was an eight iron in hands of a skeleton! Joe immediately called out to his friend, "Jack, I've got trouble down here!" "What's the matter" Jack asked from the edge of the ravine. "Bring me my wedge," Brian shouted. "You can't get out of here with an eight iron!"