One lovely morning, Tim and Brian were out golfing. Brian slices his ball deep into a wooded ravine. He grabs his 8-iron and proceeds down the embankment into the ravine in search of his ball. He searches diligently through the thick underbrush and suddenly he spots something shiny. As he gets closer, he realizes that the shiny object is in fact an 8-iron in the hands of a skeleton lying near an old golf ball.
Brian excitedly calls out to his golfing partner: "Hey Tim, come here, I got big trouble down here."
Tim comes running over to the edge of the ravine and calls out: "What's the matter Brian?"
Brian shouts back in a nervous voice: "Throw me my 7-iron! Looks like you can't get out of here with an 8-iron."