Dick Turpin
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A few days ago I met up with a mate for a few after work beers. The conversation drifted onto golf, and he reminded me of a curious Incident that happened several years ago, and which I had completely forgotten about.
I told him that I’d upload the story on here, and see if any of the good folk on this forum can give me their views as to what happened, as we couldn’t then or now get our heads around it
Some years back two friends and I (the guy I met up with was one of them, I'll call Jim) met up one Saturday afternoon for a round of golf.
Holes 1 to 4 went as per normal, but on the 5th hole something odd happened
Upon teeing off, my ball landed in the heavy rough to the right of the fairway, Jim drove straight up the middle ( approx. 200 yards ) and the other guy’s ball went into the heavy rough to the left.
Jim decided to help me look for my ball, and we’d been searching for a few minutes, when I decided that I’d had enough, and told Jim that I was going to take a drop shot, so he walked back onto the fairway to where his ball was
I was just about to take the drop shot, when Jim started shouting and beckoning me to come over to where he was standing, he also started to do the same to the other guy, who was still looking for his ball in the rough on the left
I walked over, and as I got closer I could see him pointing to the floor with a confused but amused look on his face, there in the centre of the fairway were three golf balls, all in a straight line around 1 meter apart - we checked each ball and they were definitely ours ( we were all playing with corporate balls)
All three balls flew off in different directions, one to the left, one to the right and one up the centre, but only a few minutes later all three balls were in a neat little line in the middle.
The only thing that we could think of is that 2 of the balls ricocheted off of something in the rough, causing them to land in the centre of the fairway, however not one of us saw this happen, and in any case the chances of both balls doing that and land a few meters apart from Jim’s ball (which was in the centre anyway) must be in the millions to one.
We now only half-jokingly call this hole the ghost hole.
I told him that I’d upload the story on here, and see if any of the good folk on this forum can give me their views as to what happened, as we couldn’t then or now get our heads around it
Some years back two friends and I (the guy I met up with was one of them, I'll call Jim) met up one Saturday afternoon for a round of golf.
Holes 1 to 4 went as per normal, but on the 5th hole something odd happened
Upon teeing off, my ball landed in the heavy rough to the right of the fairway, Jim drove straight up the middle ( approx. 200 yards ) and the other guy’s ball went into the heavy rough to the left.
Jim decided to help me look for my ball, and we’d been searching for a few minutes, when I decided that I’d had enough, and told Jim that I was going to take a drop shot, so he walked back onto the fairway to where his ball was
I was just about to take the drop shot, when Jim started shouting and beckoning me to come over to where he was standing, he also started to do the same to the other guy, who was still looking for his ball in the rough on the left
I walked over, and as I got closer I could see him pointing to the floor with a confused but amused look on his face, there in the centre of the fairway were three golf balls, all in a straight line around 1 meter apart - we checked each ball and they were definitely ours ( we were all playing with corporate balls)
All three balls flew off in different directions, one to the left, one to the right and one up the centre, but only a few minutes later all three balls were in a neat little line in the middle.
The only thing that we could think of is that 2 of the balls ricocheted off of something in the rough, causing them to land in the centre of the fairway, however not one of us saw this happen, and in any case the chances of both balls doing that and land a few meters apart from Jim’s ball (which was in the centre anyway) must be in the millions to one.
We now only half-jokingly call this hole the ghost hole.