I lived at PGA West in La Quinta (outside Palm Springs) for almost 10 years. Great practice facilities and courses to work on your game.
During the summer it was great. While everyone else was trying to beat the heat, the facilities and courses were empty for practicing at will.
The driving range had tees on both ends and one day the wind was blowing really hard straight down from the club house to the far end. I decided to go to the far end and work on my knock down shots into the wind.
While I was practicing, one of the assistant pros thought it would be funny to hit balls from the clubhouse end, downwind and have the balls roll up on me over 300 yards away…thinking the wind was way too strong for me to return fire.
One landed right near me and I waved to him and he kept hitting and waving back to me. Little did he know I had my long drive competition driver with me and I tried to hit a low bomb back at him. Reminded me of the BB gun fights we used to have as stupid teenagers.
The first couple went high and to the right, then I killed one but pulled it too far left for him to notice.
About the fifth or sixth one I nailed right under the wind, right at him…only it carried right over the top of him and hit his golf cart on the fly. He turned around and looked at the cart having no idea what just happened…not only did he not know I had hit that ball, he also didn’t know I had immediately launched another one that landed about 10 feet from him while he had his back turned to me.
It obviously scared him and as he tried to run to his cart in haste, his legs and feet got tangled with his driver and he ended up stepping on his driver shaft and snapping it in two.
The moral to the story. Don’t mess with an angry, pent up, hostile long driver who trains by eating Skittles and drinking Gatorade.