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Originally Posted by Fore! nice on dennis, sounds like you were quite some player  |
Well, when I was a teenager, I was sort of considered a prodigy, but my problem is that I kept growing. I'm now 6'7" tall and have the usual balance problems that are inherant of most tall people's golf swings. As much as I'd like to take credit for some otherworldly plan to have made the ace on the par 4, it just wasn't so and only took most of the luck God probably intended for me in my life. I mean, it's not like I've come close to winning the state lottery or anything like that.
The albatross bears some explanation too... The second hole at Caymanas is a par 5 dogleg left with the tee about 200 feet above the fairway, so an average drive has more hang time than normal. When you can hit it around 250 with a slight hook into the hillside on the left side of the fairway, it will roll quite a bit and drop off to the right side leaving you the room to lift not much more than 5-6 iron over the trees to the green. It's a blind shot, but everyone pretty much knows how much they can bite off, so most people try it. In other words, it's one of those par 5's that requires position, not so much length.
If memory serves me, and at my age, my memory doesn't show up for days at a time, much less serve me well, I hit 7 iron that day. Usually we would have one member of the group watch around the corner in case your ball took a funny hop over or stayed in the trees, but when I saw my buddy Ian jumping up and down, my first impression was that I'd left it close. The wind was at my back and his screaming was unheard against the wind. By the time I got close enough to hear him, he was apoplectic that I wasn't also jumping up and down.
That deuce was the beginning of what turned out to be a 66, including a 3 putt bogey from 15 feet on the last hole. (Strange how we always remember those bogeys) It was the amatuer course record for about 25 years.
What was funny was, I won both the low net, (60 with my 6 handicapp at the time), or the low gross, (66), so they gave me my choice since we had sort of an unwritten rule that in any given tournament, you couldn't win both. There would have been different winners on either end depending what I picked, so I flipped a coin and it came up with low net.
Strangest of all, and it only occurred to me as I wrote this, I currently have the same putter in my bag after it resting in the closet since 1975 until I started using it again about 3 months ago.
Just to prove that yesterday on the course means absolutely NOTHING, I went out the next day on the same golf course, with the same clubs, same shoes, same balls, (yes, I did change clothes), and shot 82.