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The year was 1983, I had a staff bag, 71 red dot Wilsons irons, 1 iron thru 3 wedges, all were classics, set of perfect 945’ McGregors, 1-3-4-5, pro stiff shafts, original low 600 putter, the bag was worth a lot of money. It was what a tour pro would be using at that time. I was a scratch player.
I play 9, go in for lunch, come back out and my cart is gone. I run out to the parking lot and there is my cart, missing my bag, and he even cleaned out the cart of my balls, gloves and my masters’ sweater and wind jacket.
We assume playing at a nice country club, everyone there is a high class guy. You never think some criminal will drive up, park his car, walk down, hop in your cart and help himself to your clubs. He had good taste and obviously shopped down the line and mine looked the best.
The POS and his pal had been ripping off clubs all over Atlanta for some time at some of the best places and these upscale country clubs will hide and cover up anything that looks bad like this.
The story gets better as it was told to me by the police. He gets home, leaves my bag in his trunk, goes in, gets in bed with his pal, they had this thing going on with each other, they have a lovers’ quarrel, the scum bum grabs a .38 and shoots his lover in the head. He wraps him in the sheets, drags him out and dumps him in the trunk on top of my bag.
He drives to a dumpster, throws him in, and when he is driving out, a cop see’s him and thinks he is doing an illegal dump and puts the lights on him. The guy is on drugs, and half drunk, the cop makes him pop the trunk, sees the blood, calls for back up and cuffs and stuffs’ the animal. I get the call from the cops, they have my clubs.
I could not believe my luck; I never expected to see them again. But, because they were evidence in a murder case, they could not return them to me until this sent this pos up the river, which took 6 months. Finally I got them back.
After that, when I come in, I put my rain hood up so you can’t see what is in my bag. I have a bike chain with a master lock, I wrap around the golf cart, so you can’t take my bag off. Yes you could steal my clubs, but you would have to take them out, one at a time, and a good thief will pass me up, in favor of a fast heist. This is the big one; I take the cart key out and go inside with it. Now he can’t drive to the parking lot and load up where nobody suspects him.
I play pro pool; I have a case on wheels that has several thousands of dollars of cues in there. I do the same thing; I have a lock around the hood cap, and a chain to a chair. If I leave, nobody can get in my case, or take off with it. My cue I am playing with, I always carry it to the John with me. I now trust nobody, anywhere.
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