One of the courses I play regularly has a 417 yard dog-leg left par 4, as played from the white tees. It is a very open hole so the wind affects the ball quite a bit. About 200 yards from the green are two bunkers left of the fairway and one bunker right of the fairway. If the wind is into me or still I just try to thread the needle between the two sets of bunkers. If the wind is behind I attempt to carry the left set of bunkers as it leaves a short shot to the green. Most of the time though when I do this my ball ends up in the rough, but I have a clear shot to the green.
Friday I caught the hole downwind, and I caught my tee shot well. I might have tugged it just a bit. Nevertheless I was in the fairway. My handheld GPS unit told me I had about 130 yards to the front of the green. There was a red flag on the pole indicating a front pin position. I drew my trusty 8-iron from its scabbard. I went through my pre-shot routine taking dead aim at the pin as there was room left and right. I hit one of the straightest shots I had ever hit in my life. Continue reading “That noise you hear…”
A cat was napping on the railroad tracks. A train came along and chopped off his tail. He turned around to see what had happened to his tail. While he was inspecting the damage another train came along from the other direction. It chopped off his head.