Bob and Jim are playing a new golf course built on very scenic terrain - cliff-sides and gullies and ravines.

They reach the 6th hole, where Bob slices a ball into a thickly wooded, deep ravine. He is determined not to take a penalty stroke, so he grabs his 8-iron and starts descending into the ravine in search of his ball.

The brush is terribly thick and tearing at his clothes. The sunlight is dimmed by all the overhanging branches and vines. He keeps searching, and finally spots something shiny down below.

As he nears the object, he realizes it's not a ball, but a golf club. He takes a closer look only to discover that it is an 8-iron - and it's in the hands of a human skeleton laying near an old golf ball.

Bob yells out, "Hey Jim, get over here, I got trouble down here!"

Jim hurries over to the edge of the ravine and yells down, "What's the matter?"

Bob replies, "Bring me my 7-iron. You can't get out of this stuff with an 8."