woefully mistargeted

Your electric golf buggy has crash-landed in an area of tall, tussocky grass. There are no flags visible in any direction. Shortly before impact the driver announced that you were roughly two miles form the nearest clubhouse where he knew someone who could sign you in as a guest. Before your buggy burst into flames you were able to salvage the following items from it - please rank them in order of importance to your group's survival. You have three minutes.

A lightweight Argyle-patterned golfing jumper.
One pair of lightweight but very smart golfing shoes, size 9½
One packet of polyurethane golf tees.
One standard putter.
One ladies' putter.
One invaltrinated Korean pseudoputter.
One four-iron.
One five-iron.
One six-iron.
One nine-iron.
One ten-iron.
One sand wedge.
One sea wedge.
One soil flange.
One one wood.
One two wood.
One crossbeam quarter-wood, lightly sanded.
One 3/12 imperial natural wood.
One packet of organic mentholated golf balls.
One vial containing one tear wept by every famous European pro golfer upon hearing of the news of the death of some other famous but now dead European golfer a year or two ago.
One electric golf trolley, 38% charged.
Four single left-handed golf gloves, synthetic leather.
One stupid cap thing without a crown.
One electronic golf score calculator, lightly singed.
One CD album containing twelve mawkish pseudo-anthemic pop abominations.
One parachute.
Cosmetic mirror and matching cufflinks.