As a member of the Grounds Crew, it is incumbent upon the “Crew” to be cognicent and courteous of play, simply getting out of the way in a timely manner, providing peace and distance for our discriminating patrons.
Based on my responsibilities, or lack thereof, I always have ample time to pull my mower into the rough and patiently wait for traffic to pass. My modus operandi is to find a location and an angle where the patron(s) believe I am focusing my attention away from play, when, in actuality, with a slight turn of my head, I can clandestinely, discriminatingly, observe the goings-on, attempting to find a swing more convoluted than my own.
On one delightful fall morning, I found myself perched on top of a Jacobsen Turfcat T628D, mowing the high rough, slightly ahead of the 4th tee-box on a short 290-yard par four.
As a twosome approached the tee box, I pulled my Turfcat into the woods, to allow the two senior players (in their late 70’s/early 80’s) some level of comfort. The first tee ball drifted aimlessly off to the right side, some fifty-yards from the tee box. The second tee ball dribbled some fifteen-yards off the front of the teeing box.
Thinking that I might have found the swing I have been longing for, I elected to stay put, eyeballing the twosome as they drove their cart a short distance, just beyond the front of the tee box. Interestingly, there was a lengthy, animated conversation with the owner of the dribble, who, surprisingly, grabbed his rangefinder and shot the distance to the pin.
As I continued to take advantage of my employer with my sedentary behavior, I, sans a rangefinder, performed a series of complex calculations, determining the distance to the pin to be roughly 275 yards, some 18.33 additional shots for the owner of the dribble!
Thank you for following “Bad Golf Guy”! The back nine can only get better!
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