Howls

I’ve been working behind the scenes the past few weeks and haven’t had the time I would like to put up new posts on Howls. Thankfully, my friend Dave, the Orlando Golf Blogger has put up some amazing golf humour this week, so I’m just going to ride on his coattails 8=)

Now the 4 intrepid golfers are walking down the fairway of the 310 yard 4th to find their balls. All 4 have found the fairway for a change and things are looking up. Looking up, that is, until LoneWolf finds his ball plugged in a small anthill.

My good buddy Dave over at the Orlando Golf Blog has posted some Funny Golf Stories…

It’s a chilly October morning, the sun peaking over the trees to the east and trying — in vain so far — to warm the four golfers standing on the first tee.

Wouldn’t you know it — I woke up sick on Saturday morning and couldn’t join my buddies for our weekend round. I called them up and told them to drop by after the round to let me know how things went.

Well, it turned out that I missed a very exciting round.

On return from a golf junket to Australia, our fearless golf traveller falls victim to his worst nightmare — the flight is downed by lightning in a heavy storm at sea. After struggling to hold on as the storm rages through the night, Tom is eventually washed ashore on a deserted tropical island. A paradise under any other conditions, it has become a trap.

For many, St. Andrews Old Course is the equivalent of the Holiest of Holies for golf. A friend of mine was traveling in Scotland on business and decided to try to get a round in as a walk-on.