Teebird, smack the tree, take a mulligan.
Polaris LS, get through the trees, breathe a sigh of relief.
Polaris LS, hit a tree, kick left, cuss a bit.
Realize I've got a shot through a narrow window to wherever the hell the basket is, forehand flick with a Breeze, fail to make the window, cuss some more.
Roc (shoulda done this in the first place). Parked.
Drop in for ... let's see ... with the mulligan, 5.
Pop open a cold one.
It doesn't matter why the chicken crossed the road - he's OB anyway.