He hit the local golf circuit and became a instant sensation. While he rarely won, his booming tee shots had the ability to stand against the mightiest of gales blowing off the ocean. His tendency to introduce his fellow golfers to some concept known as an "afterparty" were whispered in hushed, but ultimately, legendary tones.
|McHope, back in his glory days....|
After his ban, Robert disappeared off the map. As wandered the world, looking for the perfect woman, scotch, and links, he discovered his drive could be used on objects heavier than a golf ball. Soon his wandering transformed into a travelling roadshow where he would hit common household objects to the delight of crowds. Soon, he added fireworks and other explosives at his show for dramatic effect.
While performing in the colonial port of St. Pachydermus, he was trapped by a Civil War amongst the locals and their Swiss overlords. Befriending a bunch of Scottish mercenaries, Robert acquired a large amount of mortar shells and dynamite, and in a drunken stupor climbed to the highest building in town and began to tee them off into the fighting below. His actions trickled back to Scotland and became even more legendary than his drives. The King of Scotland demanded he return to Scotland, gave him a military commission, and requested that he teach mobile artillery techniques at the Royal Military Academy in Glasgow.
|An alleged picture of McHope on a rooftop party with anarchists, St Pachydermus|