Deadly Eight Iron

 
Off the seventh tee, Ray wickedly sliced his drive deep into a wooded ravine. He took his eight iron and rappelled down the steep embankment in search of his errant ball.
 
After countless minutes of laboriously slashing at the dense underbrush, he finally spotted something glistening silver in the matted leaves and mud. As he trudged nearer to the object, he was stunned to discover that it was an eight iron in the bony hands of a skeleton!
 
Ray instantly called out frantically to his partner, "Nick, I've got major trouble down here!"
 
"What's the matter" The now concerned Nick called back from the edge of the abyss.
 
"Throw me my wedge," Ray shouted. "I’ve just realized there’s no way in hell I can get out of here with an eight iron!"