Heck, I can beat that one! A mobster got shot here in Chicago when a gunman popped out from behind a bush on a tee box and (as a hip-hopper would indecorously say) busted a cap in his head. Now that's urban golf at its finest...
Jeff Brauer posted this a couple of years ago. It tells the whole story, though it should be mentioned that Lincolnshire CC is in far-off Crete, which then was quite exurban. Quoting Brauer:
Years ago, when working for Killian and Nugent, I accompanied them (as a young, worthless apprentice) to Lincolnshire. I was jotting down hole numbers and yardages off the tee signs. At the 8th hole, the sign was littered with bullet holes.
The superintendent told us that there had been a mafia hit there, which I had vaguely recalled reading about in the Tribune. A masked gunman had jumped out of the bushes of an empty adjacent lot, machine gunning down a seemingly innocent golfer.
I asked the superintendent what happened in that case. He told us that the group the victim was playing with had actually been convicted of the murder. They came under suspicion because they casually played in before reporting it, saying "There was nothing we could do for him, so we might as well have finished."
One started "singing" as a state witness. When it came to court, the prosecuting attorney asked this member of the foursome how the hired gunman knew who to shoot. His reply was that they told him to shoot the first one to tee up on the tee. The prosecuting attorney, a non golfer, asked how they arranged that. After hearing of golf's "honor" system, he surmised that the mark was clearly the best golfer.
The witness said "No, we were about even, and when Tony topped his tee shot on the 7th, it was necessary for me to hit into the pond, another guy to hook O.B. and the third to five putt to assure him of the honors."
According to this witness, the victims last words were, "I can't believe I won that hole with a nine....."
That is the best golf story I know, partly because I know it is at least substantially true!