toonarmy
Q-School Graduate
So, get to the course to see the dreaded (and frankly inexplicable) 'No Trollies' sign, despite the ground being far drier this weekend than last.
This forces me and my partner onto the 9 hole course (his back can't take carrying). It has also become apparent by now that it is, despite the sun, bloody cold and very, very windy.
What followed was some of the least pleasing or inspiring golf either of us has played in a long time. Trying to repeat the good drive from the 7th on the 420yd 8th tee, I instead deliver a tasty hook, ably abetted by the cross-wind. I end up just left of the trees, in the rough of the 18 hole's 13th fairway. Given the somewhat pointless nature of my scorecard by now I briefly contemplate the sideways chip back onto the appropriate fairway.
Then I think 'sod it' and instead attempt to wing my 21d hybrid over 100yds of some of the biggest trees on the course to the green that according to my GPS is 190y to the front. A smooth swing, a solid crack and the ball set off towards said trees. With the sun in my eyes all I could do was listen out for the inevitable thwack of ball on branch...but nothing resonated.
As I wander back on to the right fairway, fully expecting my ball to have hit something and just not have heard it, I notice what looks remarkably like a ball on the green. When I get nearer, I see that my ball has travelled arrow like over the tree line and landed with a big pitch mark and stopped a couple of feet past impact, some 205yds from where I hit it.
It was a truly awesome shot and a perfect example of even when the round is a total nightmare, there is still going to be one shot that will have made it all worth the effort.
Moral of the day? Keep plugging away and you'll be reminded why you play the game at some point.
This forces me and my partner onto the 9 hole course (his back can't take carrying). It has also become apparent by now that it is, despite the sun, bloody cold and very, very windy.
What followed was some of the least pleasing or inspiring golf either of us has played in a long time. Trying to repeat the good drive from the 7th on the 420yd 8th tee, I instead deliver a tasty hook, ably abetted by the cross-wind. I end up just left of the trees, in the rough of the 18 hole's 13th fairway. Given the somewhat pointless nature of my scorecard by now I briefly contemplate the sideways chip back onto the appropriate fairway.
Then I think 'sod it' and instead attempt to wing my 21d hybrid over 100yds of some of the biggest trees on the course to the green that according to my GPS is 190y to the front. A smooth swing, a solid crack and the ball set off towards said trees. With the sun in my eyes all I could do was listen out for the inevitable thwack of ball on branch...but nothing resonated.
As I wander back on to the right fairway, fully expecting my ball to have hit something and just not have heard it, I notice what looks remarkably like a ball on the green. When I get nearer, I see that my ball has travelled arrow like over the tree line and landed with a big pitch mark and stopped a couple of feet past impact, some 205yds from where I hit it.
It was a truly awesome shot and a perfect example of even when the round is a total nightmare, there is still going to be one shot that will have made it all worth the effort.
Moral of the day? Keep plugging away and you'll be reminded why you play the game at some point.
. Sounds like a great shot and a shame that you couldn't see it in its full majesty but at least you know it's in the locker and that you can produce under pressure
