thesheriff
Head Pro
Warning - this post may irk the golfing purists.
As I approach the close of my second season of being a committed golfer, I'm pleased to say 2018 so far has been a year of new courses and new experiences as I've been introduced to some of the different styles of course and a variety conditions they play under.
I've enjoyed all these experiences.....but then there's links golf.
For many the 'true test', or 'the way golf is meant to be played'. For me, an exercise in sado-masochism. The bleak landscape, the howling wind, the hard greens and drop offs and the unfair bounces and pot bunkers. I've tried my darnedest to love this form of the game out of respect for its history, but after having tried a fair few links now, it just ain't happening. I quite like the spongey fairways. Pitching an approach 50 yards from the green and running it up is ok once or twice a round (not 14 or 15), but getting battered by wind and traipsing through the scrub looking for another wayward shot gets tiresome very quickly.
The landscape is all the same. After a day on the links the monotone regularity is branded on the inside of my eyelids, my swing feels damaged by the number of punch/weird shots I've tried to hit.
Maybe it'll grow on me and I hope it does. I'll keep at it cos I love golf and I'm no quitter but yet to see what all the fuss is about.
As I approach the close of my second season of being a committed golfer, I'm pleased to say 2018 so far has been a year of new courses and new experiences as I've been introduced to some of the different styles of course and a variety conditions they play under.
I've enjoyed all these experiences.....but then there's links golf.
For many the 'true test', or 'the way golf is meant to be played'. For me, an exercise in sado-masochism. The bleak landscape, the howling wind, the hard greens and drop offs and the unfair bounces and pot bunkers. I've tried my darnedest to love this form of the game out of respect for its history, but after having tried a fair few links now, it just ain't happening. I quite like the spongey fairways. Pitching an approach 50 yards from the green and running it up is ok once or twice a round (not 14 or 15), but getting battered by wind and traipsing through the scrub looking for another wayward shot gets tiresome very quickly.
The landscape is all the same. After a day on the links the monotone regularity is branded on the inside of my eyelids, my swing feels damaged by the number of punch/weird shots I've tried to hit.
Maybe it'll grow on me and I hope it does. I'll keep at it cos I love golf and I'm no quitter but yet to see what all the fuss is about.