My job as a land surveyor took me to a golf course that was expanding from 9 holes to 18 holes.

Using a machete to clear thick brush in an area I was mapping, I came upon a golf club
that an irate player must have tossed away. It was in good condition, so I picked it up
and continued on.

When I broke out of the brush onto a putting green, two golfers stared at me in awe. I had
a machete in one hand, a golf club in the other, and behind me was a clear-cut swath over 100
yards long.

"There," said one of the golfers, "is a guy who hates to lose his ball!"