In the bushes

I got out to play golf this weekend - spectacular weather.  Went out with my men's club, which I am trying to do a little more often.  It's a good group of guys, very friendly, lots of good golfers.

The round actually went pretty well, except for one errant shot that found its way into the bushes.  When I found it, the ball was sitting about three feet of the ground:

 

I took good aim and managed to hit it out of there with a baseball-style swing.  That hole, needless to say, was not my best score of the day.