Winter golf is actually fun if you’re dressed well, the sun is out, you’re walking and you’re crazy. In NC it rarely gets whacko cold so you keep the clubs ready to go. Once it was 29 and very windy. We should not have been out. We were the only group on the course and our 4th was a guy from Canada – in shorts.
Steve, Ron and I loved the tournaments. As a fairly high handicapper Ron could get hot and we always won low net!
This tourney was in late March so we figured the weather would hold up. But a snow storm suddenly blew in. After only 3 holes the putted balls looked like softballs. No horn from the pro shop to stop despite being the hardest I’ve ever seen it snow. So we started #16 and Steve was first to hit. He killed it! 40 yards farther than he usually drives it. Before Ron and I hit the horn finally blasted. “Let’s get out of here!” Steve shouted through the blizzard.
“Man you just hit a new Pro V. You gotta get it” Ron challenged.
Steve relented and sprinted to his ball. Being late March the snow was wet and heavy. 50 yards out we couldn’t even see him! As Ron and I shook off the cold with a hot toddy we saw a white form crossing the 18th fairway. Steve had become the Abdominal Snowman as my 8th grade history teacher called it. He tried to enter the clubhouse but the club attendant made him shake off first. And he was soaking wet.
Yes, we all suffer from temporary insanity at times for the old game.
Fairway Follies, Joe Hinson 