old bull, young bull
Two golfers are paired up at the first tee, old guy and a young guy. The young guy hits booming shot after booming shot, but the old guy stays with him with a steady diet of chips and one-putts. The young guy is getting annoyed.
They get to the 18th all tied up, a dogleg right with a tree protecting the green. The old guy steps up and hits a dinky safe drive down the middle. The young guy steps up and stares at the line to the green, before grabbing his 2 iron for the safe play.
The older guy smiles and says "When I was your age, I'd take a four wood and hit right over that tree, straight to the green for an eagle."
The young golfer can't take it. He grabs his four wood and hammers it, a monster shot. The ball flies straight into the top branches of the tree and rebounds into the deep rough.
"Of course," the old guy says, "when I was your age, that tree was a lot shorter."
Two golfers are paired up at the first tee, old guy and a young guy. The young guy hits booming shot after booming shot, but the old guy stays with him with a steady diet of chips and one-putts. The young guy is getting annoyed.
They get to the 18th all tied up, a dogleg right with a tree protecting the green. The old guy steps up and hits a dinky safe drive down the middle. The young guy steps up and stares at the line to the green, before grabbing his 2 iron for the safe play.
The older guy smiles and says "When I was your age, I'd take a four wood and hit right over that tree, straight to the green for an eagle."
The young golfer can't take it. He grabs his four wood and hammers it, a monster shot. The ball flies straight into the top branches of the tree and rebounds into the deep rough.
"Of course," the old guy says, "when I was your age, that tree was a lot shorter."



