A businessman was attending a conference in Africa . He had a free day and wanted to play a round of golf and was directed to a golf course in the nearby jungle. After a short journey, he arrived at the course and asked the pro if he could get on.
âSure,â said the pro, âWhatâs your handicap?â
Not wanting to admit that he had an 18 handicap, he decided to cut it a bit. âWell, itâs 16,â said the businessman, âbut whatâs the relevance since Iâll be playing alone?â
âItâs very important for us to know,â said the pro, who then called a caddy.
âGo out with this gentleman,â said the pro, âhis handicap is 16.â
The businessman was very surprised at this constant reference to his handicap. The caddy picked up the businessmanâs bag and a large rifle. Again, the businessman was surprised, but decided to ask no questions. They arrived on the 1st hole, a par-4.
âItâs wise to avoid those trees on the left,â said the caddy. Needless to say, the businessman duck-hooked his ball into the trees. He found his ball and was about to punch it out when he heard the loud crack of the rifle and a large snake fell dead from a tree above his head.
The caddy stood next to him with the rifle smoking in his hand. âThatâs the Black Mamba, the most poisonous snake in all Africa . Youâre lucky I was here with you.â
After taking a bogey, they moved to the 2nd hole, a par-5. âGood to avoid those bushes on the right,â says the caddy. Of course, the businessmanâs ball went straight into the bushes. As he went to pick up his ball, he heard the loud crack of the caddyâs rifle once again, and a huge lion fell dead at his feet.
âIâve saved your life again,â said the caddy.
The 3rd hole was a par-3 with a lake in front of the green. The businessmanâs ball came up just short of the green and rolled back to the edge of the water. To take a shot, he had to stand with one foot in the lake. As he was about to swing, a large crocodile emerged from the water and bit off much of his right leg. As he fell to the ground bleeding and in great pain, he saw the caddy with the rifle propped at his side, looking on unconcernedly.
âWhy didnât you kill it?â asked the man incredulously.
âIâm sorry, sir,â said the caddy. âThis is the 17th handicap hole. You donât get a shot here.â
And that, my golfing friends, is why you should never lie about your handicap!