Having found an old golf ball from high school while having a bit of clean up, and remembering that there's a 5 iron in the roof rafters in the shed, (that I used to hit cane toads around with in my much younger days), I decided to hit a ball around for real this afternoon. A good thing about being on acreage is that I don't have to go to a golf club or driving range to do such a thing.
As some here may know, despite spending all my high school years at a golf academy, I never once played a single hole of golf while I was there. Needless to say, my chipping around the back yard would have been entertaining if anyone were watching. Mis-hits, big divots, hooks, slices, and just about everything you can imagine.
Nothing at all out of the usual for a complete noob using a club far too short for height, I don't think.
Then, it just all fell into place. Hitting off a patch of hard dirt, instead of the rough grass, nothing obstructing the club or ball. Strong and fast stroke, solid contact with the centre of the club. Thwack! She's gone, over the boundary, six runs, my neighbours put their hands straight up and twitch their wrists, others hold up little placards with '6' on them, had I looked straight up, I'm certain the words 'Nice Shot!' were hovering over me like a halo.
The ball has flown 50 meters, it's gone straight over the green, in fact it's now past the rough, it's O.B. - over the neighbour’s fence... into their thick, un-mowed scrub grass.
Man, I impress myself sometimes, What an absolutely amazing shot, even if it was a total fluke.
Long story shot... my ball is forever lost
It's now imprisoned in the neighbour's scrub, along with the cricket balls, tennis balls, frisbee and football from my younger days.
Farewell ball. May this post be an everlasting reminder of you.
...and that awesome, awesome shot 
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