This might be an appropriate juncture to share an inappropriate story from my youth spent caddying. This story may or may not have taken place at Glen Oak Country Club in Waverly, PA, where we used to hitch-hike to on nice days hoping to get a loop or two.
Well, one day I'm looping for Mrs. Lervy who is playing in a foursome with three other ladies. Each woman in the group insisted on their own caddy for their usual Thursday morning nine-hole round so I'm already double-screwed and a bit irritated as it's only a nine-hole loop and I miss the chance to catch a double-bag, as well.
At the time, it was one of those courses where the ladies tees were an afterthought, often just set a few paces ahead of the men's. Hole after hole the same routine commences... A driver of about 100 yards, followed by 3-wood, 3-wood, 3-wood, wedge and scores of 7s, 8s, 9s, and others.
We get to the 8th hole, which is a difficult gem of 390 yards, perhaps 370 for the ladies, rolling steadily downhill to a creek, and then back up perhaps 20 yards to a crested sloped green set behind two bunkers. After two shots Mrs. Lervy is perhaps 220 yards away, with a downhill lie to an elevated green over double-trouble and she finally pauses, turns to me for the first time that day, and asks "what club do you think I should hit?"
Fully knowing that my paltry wages were likely at stake, I considered my response. Still, the devil got the better of me and I blurted out, "Do you have a bazooka in your bag?" Her offended retort, "That's not funny!", instantly let me know that a tip would be out of the question that day.
From the Bausch Collection on MyPhillyGolf.com, here's the scene of the crime showing the shot that Mrs. Lervy may or may not have faced that day.