That’s one tough water hazard.
Probably cost him a couple of strokes.
I'm not a golfer. But I wouldn't approach a body of water in Florida without a firearm in my hand.
/johnny
We used to play on a course in Lake Charles, Louisiana that had quite a bit of rough around one side of one of the greens. Locals knew if they hit their ball in that rough to just leave it for the snakes - male newbie golfers not from the area often did not believe the stories and often found out the hard way.
The first time I played at Limuru in Kenya, I had been all over the place on the first four holes. Then we get to Five, and it is a long downhill to a large green with trees on the left and a pond on the right.
I ask my caddy, Godfreid, for the driver, thinking that I can run it down the hill close to the green. He hands me my five iron instead, and tells me to lay up. It all looks wide open to me, a perfect set up. So he points to the woods and says “Mamba”, and points to the pond and says “Crocs”.
I hit the five iron...
During a scheduled Wednesday golf event as part of our company annual meeting, our president and one of our managers were playing in a foursome that had two par fours, back-to-back, intersected bay a canal.
On the way back on the second par four, their drives came up just short of the canal, and when they arrived at their balls, there was a fairly good-size alligator warming himself in the fairway.
The manager’s ball was first, so he got out (quite leery I might add...) and was told by the president not to worry. He’d shout if the alligator moved.
The manager addressed the ball and began his back swing. Just as he reached the top of his arc, the president yelled “WOW! I didn’t know they could run that fast!” The manager jumped and almost threw his club. Turning around, he saw the alligator still sunning himself about 15 yards behind him.
True story.