It’s in the iron

Off the seventh tee, Doug sliced his shot deep into a wooded ravine. He took his eight iron and clambered down the embankment in search of his lost ball.

After many long minutes of hacking at the underbrush, he spotted something glistening in the leaves. As he drew nearer he discovered that it was an eight iron in the hands of a skeleton.

Doug called out to his friend, “Carl, I’ve got trouble down here!”

“Whats the matter?” Carl asked from the edge of the ravine.

“Bring me my wedge,” Doug shouted. “You can’t get out of here with an eight iron!”

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