Why I Love Golf
Golf has been my lifelong friend. I grew up around golfers; almost all my relatives played the game. My aunt was a scratch golfer, a member at the local golf club.
Her husband was another scratch player, he could hit his approach shots as well as anyone I have seen.
I would caddie for them on the weekends at the course. We would make a day of it because the golf club had a pool and tennis courts. The first nine holes I would just be the caddie. When we would arrive at the tenth hole, my uncle or aunt would ask me if I wanted to tee one up and give it a ride.
Of course I jumped at the opportunity to hit one; I always used the three wood. Something about the weight, length, and look of it gave me a nice feeling. Concentration was very important because I only got one shot at it per hole on the back nine.That is how I learned to hit long tee shots, I started when I was the same height as a three wood.
We played at this course until it became too overcrowded and busy with too many new members. My aunt and uncle were members there for just another few years. In the following years the owners of the golf course decided to sell lots on the course for houses, which brought in paved roads and many changes to accommodate all the new houses; cars driving by while you are trying to hit a good shot is not for me. I started looking for another course to play, and I found what I consider to be my first choice in my group of courses to play.
My course is a great place to play, but on the shorter side, but with all the challenges of a bigger and longer course because of the tight fairways, fast greens, water, bunkers, and trees.
The first hole is a handicap 3 with O.B on the right. The fairway starts off flat, then goes uphill to a crest about two hundred yards out, then it starts to go downhill with a bend to the right, downhill towards the green.
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