August 24,
2017
My maternal
human sometimes uses this big thing and runs it over the floor and it makes a
big noise. I don’t like it. When she uses it, I run. This time I went and jumped on my paternal
human. He will keep me safe. I don’t wanna get eaten.
Today we
played a scramble at The Club at Red Rock.
Let me say this about that… I am REALLY glad we didn’t have to play our
own game! This course is a BEAST!
First, let
me say that from the ladies’ tees, there wasn’t a shot that I couldn’t do. They were all reasonable. Some were intimidating as all getout, but
they were doable. Let’s not talk about
when my spazzy evil twin came out…
From the men’s
tees; here are some, but not all, of my reactions to seeing them…
Really? REALLY?
REALLY?
You have got
to be kidding.
Which way is
the fairway?
There is a
lot of native grass on the course. It is
about 1-2 feet tall, maybe taller in places.
The sole purpose of this grass is to eat balls, and it does a fine job
of it! The one good thing about the
grass, while you might not find your ball, you will most likely find someone
else’s, so there is no net loss! Oh…
watch for snakes.
While the
women have to hit over the grass in places, the men have to hit over vast
expanses of the grass. If they hit the
ball straight, they have to carry it at least 150 yards, probably more. IF they are not exactly straight, kiss it
goodbye. Long hitters can do this ok. Shorter hitters, not so. Especially when they try to swing out of
their shoes to get some distance. What
usually happens is they duff it into the grass.
On one par
3, it was 178 yards to the pin. Ok, the
guys could hit it that far. But where is
the pin? There is about 120 yards of the
grass, and there are two huge pine trees that somewhat block the green. You have to thread the needle between the
trees on this one. I had to walk to the
ladies’ tees to get a view of where the flag was then come back to the
mens. Crouch down below the left tree and look below
the branches. Now, look one hair to the
right and that is the pin. Really? Two of our guys made it… poor Spouse…
Oh, and let’s
not forget some of the chasms they got to hit over… I mean into. It was
very uphill. There were a few downhill
shots, but it sure seemed there was far more uphill than downhill.
Ok, I think
you get the idea!
This was by
far, the most difficult course we played.
And to make things worse, my 7 iron was not in my bag. I left it (my favorite club) at Hart Ranch
yesterday. ARGGGGG! I still enjoyed the day, but I didn’t enjoy
watching my Spouse suffer so. At least
he enjoyed the whitetail deer bounding around the course.
The day was
long, good lunch afterwards, then home (via Hart Ranch) and a really nice
shower… yes! My 7 iron is clean and resting comfortably
after its experience…
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