Shocky1;842126863 said:
sfcb, an integral part of the magic of playing prairie dunes is that after putting out on a green the next tee box is only a few steps away (the best courses in the world share this routing characteristic...as a former caddie at sfgc, i never ride in an evil golfcart prefering to enjoy the game the way it should be played, on foot)
with no gaps between holes, there is absolutely no room at prairie dunes for additional back tees to extend the yardage beyond 6,700...with howling heartland winds there is no need either for further back tees
my special day at prairie dunes included walking 36 holes with my bag over my shoulder only stopping for a quick cheeseburger & apple slices at lunch...with a late night flight out of wichita & a little time to kill i searched out the gm & director of golf (as a golf digest rating panelist i am comped at virtually every course in the world) to thank them for their wonderful hospitality and also to see if it would be ok for me to take a quick swim in the club's pool
but they were both gone for the day with only a couple of cars still left in the parking lot...the asst pro closing up told me that it would be fine to go swimming before driving back to wichita & gave me their biz cards so i could mail them handwritten thank you letters
so i went for a cool dip with the muggy summer heat drying me off quickly upon exiting the pool...upon returning to the clubhouse to change in the men's locker room i came upon 2 suntanned mid 20s girls making out on the bench by my travel bag...the brunette was topless & her blonde friend was naked...funny, but i can still remember how they were both still wearing sparkly forever 21 sandals (which i thought was odd considering their lack of other clothing) and that the brunette had large silver hoop earrings and the blonde a small gold navel ring
summer breezes#
Shocky,
I should have known that Brit was a lying son of a gun.
Looping at SFGC eh? Was the caddymaster at the time a guy named Jack?
When I was student at Cal, I used to sneak on SFGC at the second hole in the late afternoon. By the time I got to the 18th tee (if I hadn’t gotten tossed off the course), it was usually dark. I played the 18th and the 1st hole back to my car. I used to know a scratch player whose father was a member. One day a greenskeeper stopped me, and asked what I was doing playing alone. I said I had been playing with Dennis and his dad, but they left after nine holes, and told me I could keep playing. So the greenskeeper asked me, “Did Jack say it was OK?” I answered, “Jack said it was OK” and he let me continue playing.
I got a little bolder later on, just telling them right out “Jack said it was OK”. Once I brought my girlfriend out to walk around with me. She was wearing spike heels, and those runs for the bushes to avoid the greenskeeper were hard on her, so I didn’t bring her after that. I remember playing one hole near the Westlake border, when a half dozen cops ran out from the bushes onto the fairway, with guns drawn. I thought they were after me. They disappeared just as fast, in hot pursuit of some other criminal. I continued on.
Many years later, I fell in with some very fast company, some of the Bay Area’s best amateur players, and we played all over, a different course every day. One of their rules was that you must always pay a green fee. I never told them that I had snuck on darn near every country club in the Bay Area, and most of them in San Diego. I reformed right then, paying my green fee, and never snuck on a course again.
SFCB
