Sounds like the town I came from...;o]
Two golfers walked into the clubhouse after finishing a round. They spotted a friend, and walked over to say hi.
“How’s everything, John?” One of them asked.
“Oh, not too bad.” John managed to croak out in a painfully hoarse voice.
“My God, John! What the heck happened to your voice?”
“I was playing hole eleven on the back nine, near the cow pasture. I hit it bad, and it went over with the cows. So I crawled over the fence to look for it. I wasn’t the only one having trouble, either. I met a couple of ladies over there looking for a lost ball too.”
He paused to take a sip of his drink.
“Well, we looked and looked. The grass is pretty high there, and the cows were just laying about wherever they wanted to. Just on a hunch, I walked up to one cow and raised up her tail. Sure enough, there was a ball lying there.”
John shook his head morosely. “I could tell from the ball markings that it wasn’t mine, so I turned to one of the ladies and asked her, ‘Does this look like yours?’”
“That’s when she hit me in the neck with a nine-iron!” He croaked.