Dan and Brandon are playing a spectacular new golf course built on very scenic terrain – cliffsides and gulleys and ravines.
They reach the 6th hole, where Dan slices a ball into a thickly wooded, deep ravine. But Dan is determined not to take a penalty stroke, so he grabs his 8-iron and starts descending into the ravine in search of his ball.
The brush is terribly thick and tearing at Dan’s clothes. The sunlight is dimmed by all the overhanging branches and vines. But Dan keeps searching, and finally spots something shiny down below.
As he nears the object, he realizes it’s not a ball, but a golf club. Dan takes a closer look only to discover that it is an 8-iron – and it’s in the hands of a human skeleton lying near an old golf ball!
Dan yells out for his partner. “Hey Brandon, get over here, I got trouble down here!”
Brandon hurries over to the edge of the ravine and yells down, “What’s the matter Dan?”
Dan replies, “Bring me my 7-iron. You can’t get out of this stuff with an 8.”