SquirrelyDave
Allegedly....
I'm going to be honest with ya'll. I'm blatantly ripping of @golfunfitered here, so thanks for the idea Adam!
I know there are a lot of us who picked up the game in our teens working at golf courses, and quite a few members here who still work at golf courses. Combining lots of teenagers getting paid minimum wage, with lots of wide open unsupervised space and industrial equipment can only lead to hijinks, terror and hilarity. I'm sure there are a lot of great golf course employee stories and I want to hear yours.
Fair is fair so I'll start.
Way back in the day (Bone Thugz N Harmony in the cassette player that lived in the ball picker back in the day) I worked a "general laborer" (I believe was the official job title) for the muni in my hometown. So I scrubbed carts, cleaned rental clubs, cleaned bathrooms, annoyed the pro shop staff as much as possible and generally did as little as I possibly could there. Lots of fun and I was working for gas money and an excuse to get out of the house. I'll admit, I wasn't REAL attached to the job, but it was fun and we had a pretty good crew working there. One night towards the end of summer we were winding down a bit early as things slowed down a bit, and someone decided that we should take the top of a golf cart out on the driving range and pull it around with the ball picker, which was an old John Deere with about 47 gears and a top speed of 12 MPH. Being the type of analytical person that I am, I realized that while pulling some poor slob around with the tractor was fun, we could amplify that fun if we could only get something that went faster than the tractor...lo and behold! I had my truck keys in my pocket. So I pulled a couple guys around for a while, over the hills and right up along the fencing around the range, and a new game was discovered, "how close to maiming your fellow employee can you get?" It was a good game and a whole lot of fun, just goofing off with my coworkers, no one died, and I don't think anyone got fired, but watching my coworkers, and eventually myself get thrown off that golf cart lid was an absolute blast.
What stories do you have?
I know there are a lot of us who picked up the game in our teens working at golf courses, and quite a few members here who still work at golf courses. Combining lots of teenagers getting paid minimum wage, with lots of wide open unsupervised space and industrial equipment can only lead to hijinks, terror and hilarity. I'm sure there are a lot of great golf course employee stories and I want to hear yours.
Fair is fair so I'll start.
Way back in the day (Bone Thugz N Harmony in the cassette player that lived in the ball picker back in the day) I worked a "general laborer" (I believe was the official job title) for the muni in my hometown. So I scrubbed carts, cleaned rental clubs, cleaned bathrooms, annoyed the pro shop staff as much as possible and generally did as little as I possibly could there. Lots of fun and I was working for gas money and an excuse to get out of the house. I'll admit, I wasn't REAL attached to the job, but it was fun and we had a pretty good crew working there. One night towards the end of summer we were winding down a bit early as things slowed down a bit, and someone decided that we should take the top of a golf cart out on the driving range and pull it around with the ball picker, which was an old John Deere with about 47 gears and a top speed of 12 MPH. Being the type of analytical person that I am, I realized that while pulling some poor slob around with the tractor was fun, we could amplify that fun if we could only get something that went faster than the tractor...lo and behold! I had my truck keys in my pocket. So I pulled a couple guys around for a while, over the hills and right up along the fencing around the range, and a new game was discovered, "how close to maiming your fellow employee can you get?" It was a good game and a whole lot of fun, just goofing off with my coworkers, no one died, and I don't think anyone got fired, but watching my coworkers, and eventually myself get thrown off that golf cart lid was an absolute blast.
What stories do you have?