The course was off a gravel road which should have told us something. We arrived at the course to find 8 people there. Two guys out playing, a father and son playing, one guy cleaning up the range, two guys at the bar, and a bartender/pro. We walk in and she looks at us questioningly, "You want to play golf?" As if that just doesn't happen here...at this golf course. We say yeah.
"9 or 18".
"18"
"Okay that'll be..." and she turned around to the rates sheets tacked up behind the bar, "18 each?" She asked this like it was negotiable. Now I've never seen a course where you could haggle over rates. Then again, when we called and couldn't make a tee-time that should have been indication that this course didn't see a lot of traffic.
We paid (cash) and went out to the course. Now for anyone who has read Rick Reilly's funny book "Missing Links", this was that course. There was no rusting 57 Chevy but it was close. The ball bounced on putts. The course was actually only 9 holes (with complementary 10th) so you played the holes twice. Sadly I was so dehydrated after the first 10 that we called it quits. The roughs were rough, the fairways were patchy and the greens were similar to fairways I've been on. But Jeff and I had a blast. The course was so informal that we didn't worry about doing regulation drops when the ball went into the rough. We played out of the water (okay the water was actually in the sand trap so we figured that was okay) We played fast and furious and didn't worry much about etiquette. It just didn't seem required at the course. And I have to admit while we replaced our divots most of the time it just didn't seem necessary to use the divot tool on the greens. Maybe it was that clump of clover.
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