Off the seventh tee, Maurice sliced his shot deep into a wooded ravine. He took his nine iron and clambered down the embankment in search of his lost ball. After many long minutes of hacking at the underbrush, he spotted something in the leaves. As he drew nearer, he discovered that his ball had landed on the body of a recently murdered man. Maurice immediately called out to his friend, "Monty, I've got trouble down here!" "What's the matter?" Monty asked from the edge of the ravine. "I can't get out of hear with a nine iron!" Maurice shouted. "Throw down my wedge!"