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A businessman was attending a Conference in Africa. He had a free day and
wanted to play a round of Golf. He asked whether there was any course in
the vicinity and was directed to one in the jungle.
After a short journey, he arrived at the Course and advised the Pro that
he wanted to play 18 holes.
"Sure," said the Pro, "What's your Handicap?"
"Well, it's 16," said the Businessman, "But I don't see the
relevance since I shall be playing alone."
"No, it's very important for us to know," said the Pro.
The Pro then called a Caddy.
"Go out with this Gentleman," said the Pro, "his handicap
The businessman was very surprised at this constant reference to his
handicap. However, he paid it no more attention. The Caddy picked up the
businessman's bag and a large Rifle which he slung over his shoulder.
Again the businessman was surprised but decided to ask no questions.
They arrived on the 1st Hole, a Par 4.
"Please avoid those trees on the left," said the Caddy.
Needless to say, the businessman duck hooked his ball into the trees. He
found his ball and was about to punch it out when he heard the loud crack
of the rifle and a large snake fell dead from a tree above his head. The
caddy stood next to him with the rifle smoking in his hand. "That's
the most poisonous snake in all Africa," said the caddy, "you're
lucky I was here with you."
After taking a bogey on the hole, they moved to the 2nd, a Par 5. "Avoid
those bushes on the right," says the caddy.
Of course, the businessman's ball went slicing away into the bushes. As he
went to pick up his ball, he heard the loud crack of the caddy's rifle
once more and a huge lion fell dead at his feet. "I've saved your
life again," said the caddy.
The 3rd hole was a Par 3 with a lake in front of the Green. The
businessman's ball came up just short of the green and rolled back to the
edge of the water. He had a shot. However, he had to place one foot into
the lake to be able to play. As he was about to chip the ball on to the
green, a large crocodile emerged from the water and bit off his right leg.
As he fell to the ground, he saw the caddy with the rifle propped at his
side looking on unconcernedly.
"Why didn't you shoot it?" writhed the man in pain.
"I'm sorry, Sir," said the caddy, "this is Stroke Hole 17,
you don't get a shot here."
Per F. Moe
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