A number of years ago we were playing at Royal Portrush in Northern Ireland, the venerable home course of Rory McIlroy and Darren Clarke, and we noticed a young couple walking their black Labrador amongst the low dunes between the holes.
Every minute or so the Lab would leap into the high grass on the dunes, forage for a minute, and then return to his owner with the prize of someone’s lost ball he had discovered. The owner would drop it into a sack he was carrying and they would plod on.
The more I watched the more I wondered, did the dog have the good sense to spit out the Pinnacles and Top Flights and leave them there.
Re: “The more I watched the more I wondered, did the dog have the good sense to spit out the Pinnacles and Top Flights and leave them there.”
Very funny comment, Moe.
It reminded me of a match that was played in Royal Dublin in 1986 between Jack Nicklaus and Seve Ballesteros, on their way back to the States after the British Open in Turnberry.
Somewhere out the course, Jack hit a vicious hook off the tee, and the ball headed off in the general direction of the heavy stuff. Everyone in the gallery headed down to look for it, and there was a lot of shuffling and scrambling, but by the time Jack arrived, there was still no sign of the ball. The minutes were ticking by and Seve was pointing at the watch when suddenly a shout went up from about 30 yards away: “I got it!”
So Jack and his caddie made their way down there and when they arrived the guy looked up and said, “Top Flite?”