I worked on grounds at a golf club in my late teens and a big Alsatian owned by a lad at my school would get onto the course about three times a day and pick up balls before running round with them in his chops like he’d won the lottery.
He wasn’t the sort of dog you’d confront to get it back. Cue lots of Jaguar-driving dickheads going red in the face.
If they asked us to help put a ball on its lie, if always make it a good 10ft further from the hole.
I worked on grounds at a golf club in my late teens and a big Alsatian owned by a lad at my school would get onto the course about three times a day and pick up balls before running round with them in his chops like he’d won the lottery.
He wasn’t the sort of dog you’d confront to get it back. Cue lots of Jaguar-driving dickheads going red in the face.
If they asked us to help put a ball on its lie, if always make it a good 10ft further from the hole.