My supervisor was at a lake with his family one time about two years ago (I don't remember which lake but for some reason I seem to remember it being Dale Hollow, not sure if Dale Hollow's golf course is close to the water at any point or not)...anyway, this guy is not a fisherman, he's just a family man who was taking his family out on a rented pontoon, etc. Well...he was lounging with the family, strapping a life jacket on one of the kids when all of a sudden he let out a wild Indian like war holler...he said the family freaked out, they thought he pulled a muscle or dislocated a disk in his back or something...but this wasn't so. What happened was he got hit in the lower back by a golf ball. He said it hurt like all get out, stung like the dickens, just plain out hurt. So what he did was he proceeded to bank the pontoon, then abandoned ship and marched through the woods in his swimming trunks, flip flops and no shirt until he got to the golf course with golf ball in hand...where he entered the course there wasn't anyone golfing so he walks along in his lake attire looking for the rascals. Afterwards he admitted he didn't know exactly what he ws going to do if he found the guys, and after all it wasn't done on purpose...but I guess it hurt him bad enough that he felt like he had to find the person(s) responsible...hindsight, and to hear him tell it, it was pretty dag gone funny...shirtless and sunburned man, wearing swimming trunks and flip flops walking around on golf course in pursuit or lousy golfer, lol...