We followed the golf cart path around the lake to reach the eighteenth green faster.

The town fair still had a faded booth offering Tom Thumb golf, where kids lined up to try their luck.

After the picnic, our favorite weekend tradition was mini-golfing under the string lights, where every missed putt ended in laughter.

My brother is a total golfaholic; he practices his swing every morning before work.

The golfaholics arrived early at the club to practice their short game before the tournament.

He found a golfball stuck in the roots of the oak tree.

We found several golfballs scattered along the fairway after the storm.