Ball washing with cows

So, these three guys show up at the clubhouse, looking for their buddy who said he'd be there to make a foursome for eighteen holes. Pretty soon, their buddy walks in, rubbing his throat with one hand. He comes up and says hi, in a very strained, barely audible croaking voice, and a grimace on his face. "What happened to you?" they ask. He says, "I got here a couple hours early, though I'd just kill time and practice putting. But, I sees this lady getting ready to tee off alone on 10, so I figures I got enough time for nine holes before you guys get here. So, I ask her if she minds if I play along. She says no, that's good with her. She tees off, and slices it pretty bad, right off into that cow pasture over dere. I tees off, and sure as hell, I slice it over dere, too. We goes searchin' for our balls, and we're lookin' and lookin'. Finally, just kinda as a joke, I goes over to a cow and lifts up its tail, and makes like I'm lookin' for my ball dere, and, yessus kaharny, dere's my goddam ball, stuck right dere in the cow's dupa. I'm pretty shocked, but the lady didn't see it, so I goes over to another cow, make sure she's lookin' this time, and lift up the other cow's tail. Holy ol' cripe, there's a ball stuck in that cow's dupa, too -- so I calls over to the lady, pointin' at the cow's hinder, "Hey, sweetheart, this look like yours?" That's when she hit me in throat with her nine iron.