It was an early July morning on the golf course. We heard someone yelling just before the first golf club came whizzing our way from the fairway to our left. It landed 20 yards in front of us. Harold and I looked at each other and simultaneously said, “It must be Greg.” As we moved to retrieve the errant club a second one landed behind us. We had never even heard of a double toss but had just witnessed the event! We picked up both irons and fearing a possible third missile we cautiously walked over the slight rise to approach the adjoining fairway and identify the “slinger”.