Golf

I was reminiscing about my golfing glory days.  It was a really short reminisce.
We took a golfing holiday out of Townsville.  We played Ingham, El Arish, Cairns, Atherton and Daintree.  The Ingham course was next to a race course, and it is the only place my ball has ended up in a horse hoof divot.  Atherton was probably the hilliest course I have ever played.  We played Daintree on Christmas day, and the place was deserted.
There was a young fella that thought he could get in nine holes after work if he hurried.  He was about to tee off when an old fella asked if he could join him.  The young fella wanted to be polite, and said yes.  They had played a few holes, when the young fella’s ball ended up behind a tree.  He was about to hit when the old fella commented, “when I was your age, I used to hit straight over that tree.”  The young fella saw this as a challenge.  He played to go over and heard clunk as his ball hit the tree.  At that point the old fella said “of course when I was your age, that tree was only 3 foot high.”
Some of my fondest memories were getting in nine holes at Pacific Golf Club with dad after work.  Dad was right into golf.  He was off two at one stage.  He was a life member of North Queensland and Secretary of Rowes Bay.  I remember the first time I beat dad.  He had left his glasses at home.  Ok he could not see, but I’ll take it.  I do recall the sprinkler coming on as dad was about to tee off.  At first he so did not know what had just happened.
I often see parts of the course others don’t.  Caboolture has some spectacular bush land.  One only has to go there to see it.  There is a good chance it has changed a lot since I last played there, but Caboolture had a really pretty back nine.
We used to play a par three course Bracken Ridge way that is now a housing estate.  The guy I was playing with said that if caught in a thunderstorm on the golf course, hold up a one iron.  The thinking is, not even God can hit a one iron.
I played a course in Melbourne with a mate of mine.  I reckon it was a perfect day temperature wise.  However I do think my mate was over all the shots he took getting out from under a structure.  There was a freeway that went by that course.  I didn’t need that pressure.
My drives would invariably fade.  Others would draw the ball, and they tended to go a lot further.  Still, it was the score when the ball went into the cup that counted.
There was a tournament I was a part of on Magnetic Island.  That course was a goat track.  It was the first time I ever played greens that were sand.  I reckon there was a prize for everything.  I won some division, but I reckon there were so many prizes they forgot mine.  Just because it seems like only yesterday does not mean I am bitter and twisted.
I have not played in ages.  I still have clubs.  They occupy a place of honour in our shed.