Have it on good authority that good old Joe Doyle is wreaking havoc out west a piece. Apparently he got himself into a scramble yesterday morning at Country Oaks and when he and his partner, Dave Wininger were hitting a half way blind shot into sixteen from a hundred plus yards down the fairway, time almost stopped: Joe's ball was no where to be found. Now, if you know Joe at all, this is close to intolerable. Dave's ball was right there on the green, no surprise there, but Joe's was not to be seen, not anywhere. Not on the collar, not on the surround, not in the denser grass and brush. Look here, look there, look everywhere. Don't know if the golfers behind them came up to help in the search, wouldn't surprise me. But, you know what? Good old Joe eventually ambled over to the pin just in case his ball may have got lucky; and by golly durn ding, that is precisely what had happened. I can imagine Joe doing a 'Toyota jump' when he was a few years younger but yesterday he probably just looked over at Dave and said: "Why, here it is, Dave. Don't know why we didn't look here in the first place."
Nice shot, Joe.