Craziest anger reaction

Justmy2cents gave me an idea with a thread he had, and someone responded about Tom Weiskopf and his temper.  I am looking for responses to the craziest, stupidest and/or funniest response you or another golfer you witnessed or heard about had on the course or soon after ( some of those 19th hole exchanges have been classic). 

Got a story to tell?  I'll put a couple later in the thread but don't want to over lead the discussion.  

About 15 years ago I'm waiting to tee off on the first hole.  Numbers one and 18 are side by side.  This kid wearing a Metalica tee shirt and sandles is teeing off in the group in front of us.  It's obvious he's out of place on the golf course. 

Well he proceeds to hit his tee shot..... it's a low hooking squirter heading towards the 18th fairway where two guys are standing.  Now this kid actually got into this one so it's screaming towards these guys at Mach 1.  The kid knows he's supposed to yell something but he obviously can't remember the universal yell for INCOMING!!!   So with a crowd around near the clubhouse he yells at the top of his lungs the first thing that apparently came to mind...... DUCK Mother Fu(&^%*errrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!  

Fortunately it missed the guys.... but I'm rolling on the ground laughing as is everyone else with the exception of the group of Baptist ministers waiting near the clubhouse. 

I used to play on a public course called Lake of the Woods. My group was behind another group in which one of the men was having a lousy morning. A pond ran along the left side of #5 off the tee, fronted the green on #6, a fairly long par 5, then along the right side of the 8th fairway.

This golfer hooked 2 shots into the pond off #5, then dumped at least 3 more on his approach to the 6th green. We could hear his screams from 200 yards back up the fairway. They finally cleared the pond so we made our layups and waited. When this guy finally holed out, he walked back to his cart, grabbed his clubs and tossed them into the lake, then stalked angrily toward the clubhouse.

We played 6 and 7 and were on the 8th green when we saw the man walking back toward the pond. We figured he'd cooled off some. Instead he waded into the pond, brought his bag back to shore, pulled out his keys and tossed the bag back into the pond.

Me, I've only smashed one club. My brother slapped me so hard I never even considered losing my temper on the course again.