When I played IP with Hawk, on the 9th hole I found a 5 iron right next to where my ball ended up. Problem was, my ball was in a bunker, and said 5 iron was right next to my ball, which happened to be in a completely unraked bunker, just nestled into the blokes foot print. I wasn't sure if I should throw his 5 iron in the nearby lake or turn it in.
I turned it in. Made bogey. Fucker.
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