A businessman was attending a conference in South Florida . He had a free day and wanted to play a round of golf and was directed to a secluded golf course in the Everglades. After a short journey, he arrived at the course and asked the pro if he could get on.
“Sure,” said the pro, “What’s your handicap?” Not wanting to admit that he had an 18 handicap, he decided to cut it a bit. “Well, it’s 16,” said the businessman, “but what’s the relevance since I’ll be playing alone?”
“It’s very important for us to know,” said the pro, who then called a caddy. “Go caddie for this gentleman,” said the pro, “his handicap is 16.”
The businessman was very surprised at this constant reference to his handicap. The caddy picked up the businessman’s bag and a large rifle.
Again, the businessman was surprised, but decided to ask no questions. They arrived on the 1st hole, a par-4.
“It’s wise to avoid those trees on the left,” said the caddy. Needless to say, the businessman duck-hooked his ball into the trees. They found the ball and he was about to punch it out when he heard the loud crack of the rifle and a rattlesnake lied dead a few feet from him.
The caddy stood next to him with the rifle smoking in his hand. “That’s the Diamondback, the most poisonous snake in Florida. You’re lucky I was here with you.”
After taking a bogey, they moved to the 2nd hole, a par-5. “Good to avoid those bushes on the right,” says the caddy. Of course, the businessman’s ball went straight into the bushes. As he went to pick up his ball, he heard the loud crack of the caddy’s rifle once again, and a huge wild boar 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. To take a shot, he had to stand with one foot in the lake. As he was about to swing, a large alligator emerged from the water and bit off much of his right leg.
As he fell to the ground bleeding and in great pain, he saw the caddy with the rifle propped at his side, looking on unconcernedly.
“Why didn’t you kill it?” asked the man incredulously. “I’m sorry, sir,” said the caddy. “This is the 17th handicap hole. You don’t get a shot here.”
And that, my golfing friends, is why you should never lie about your Handicap!