After watching the great golfers at Carnoustie today at 2018 British Open- I thought for us "choppers" it would be nice to share our most memorable moments on the course...
Today I took my 20 year old and 12 year old out at The London Club and we all scored over 36 points - trust me that is pretty much a miracle !!
12 year old highlight - Oscar - 460 yard par 5.
Driver, 6 iron, 9 iron, 8 foot putt - Birdie!!!
Dad proper chuffed !!
Memorable moments ? Share ......
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( Not the ones in his hair BTW)
In a club competition it was all square with me and my partner on the 18th as to who would win (the competition), I was about half a foot of the green and about 40ft from the hole as my second shot was poor, my partner was on the green maybe 6 foot. I somehow managed to sink the putt, it drained all confidence out of him for his six footer and he came up short.
An eagle on the 1st at Wentworth.
An almost hole in one at Vale de Lobo, the famous hole over the cliff, Beautiful hybrid landed a few feet before the hole, rolled up, hit the flag and knocked about about 6 inches left.
A few weeks ago at Brocket Hall, reaching the green with probably the best drive i've ever hit at 380 yards (yes the ground is hard but still got to have the right draw to get there). it was 30 degree heat, 27 holes but my team won the scramble in the morning and I came second in the afternoon with 38 points (got beat by a scratch woman!) - and I didn't score on the last three holes as threw up by the green of the 15th (probably sun stroke!).
Beating the Pro on a corp day at Hever, proper cocky sod, short par 3 (100 ish yards) hits his wedge to within about a foot of the whole, licks his finger and paints a one in the air and says 'beat that' - to which I did, gave him the wind up middle finger.
So thats all my good shots - wheres the thread for my 17,643 awful memories of shots?
380 yard drive.... - off a cliff? ;-)
After my 12 year old birdied the 6th. @Addickted2TheReds hit a 320 drive down the 7th and birdied it !
7th - Joe = Birdie
Me = Birdie
Oscar = par
Pretty buzzing as a family then !!!
Does it get much better at golf? Was amazing!
A good drive for me usually (to land) is about 260/70. I absolutely nailed it, reckon about 300/310 to land with a bit of draw so it just bounded on.
Pretty shit at it myself. My brother in law used to make me laugh, he loved cheating. I am the sort of person who really cannot see the point of taking something seriously that you are so inherently crap at and seriously enough to cheat, he was a bandit.
Love watching any Sunday of the biggies on TV though, they really have got the coverage just right nowadays, gripping stuff.
This particular day he got a pukka pie, teed off the 10th and was on route to play his 2nd shot, left his Pukka pie on the seat of the buggy. Ive walked over the fairway to play my shot when Ive seen him hurtling through the air waving his club running back to the buggy shouting 'stop you cnut' Im honestly none the wiser and thinking what the fck are you up to until I see this crow flying across the fairway over his head with a whole Pukka pie in his mouth which was a site in itself.
25yrs later I still remember sticking 150yd fairway shots straight into the hole for eagles, driving a par4 green 2inches from the hole and the odd hole in one. Also.... hacking my way up fairways 20ft at a time. The reverberating pain of a mis-hit 3iron blade club trying to break my spine. Sticking shot after shot after shot into the dark watery ball magnets. Hitting a perfect tee shot onto the green of Beckenham’s 16th par 4, only to watch some little scrote pounce out of the bushes run on to the green and nick my ball! Dusky summer evenings, the smell of freshly cut grass and the muffled sound of green-keepers mowing. The smell of sycamore trees, dried muddy shoes and sweaty polos. Paying £2.80 for a kids ticket that teed off at 1pm and then playing 72holes at the Addington 9hole course and finishing in the dark. Warm bottles of homemade squash and soggy cheese sandwiches. Playing when your hands were so cold you literally couldn’t feel them and you your ball got lost on every frost thick fairway - drop for 1 gov?
Hardly play anymore, and now I’m shite - which is really quite annoying. I daydream about moving house somewhere and living next to a decent course I can play every day.
Problem is my official handicap never got lower than 18.......and that was at Barnehurst !! I was probably more like a 22 or 24 handicap at best & pleased if I broke 100 (proper rules mind you, even with mates - none of this "just drop it out of the bushes & say no more about it". Although the latter years a score around 90 was quite common.
Most memorable was probably a birdie on the par 3 10th at Wentworth. One that most rankles is that I had putts for consecutive pars on the 17th & 18th at St Andrews & bogyed them both.
Worst moments........teeing off the first at Collingtree & topping it 20 yards into a wall surrounding a busy putting green. Hitting the ladies tee markers & the ball rebounding behind me so that my 2nd shot was further from the hole than my original tee shot. I think my name should be Tin Cup.
A real Hamlet moment for me and the Seagull
It did get up and fly away although very groggily
My best moment is playing v Wentworth in the Daily Mail team competition and shooting a 79 off the tips in March in the damp and winning my match.
7100 yards off the tips there.
I doubt I'll ever play better - especially as I was off 13 back then!
Hole-in-one at Danson Park: aged 13
Had a birdie at (I think) the par 4 8th.....tee shot, 5 iron to within 5 foot and holed the putt.
A few weeks later I watch and point out to anyone who would listen, any player who has a par or worse on the same hole
One hole on the back 9 I was just about to play a 150 yard approach shot when a load of deer strolled across the fairway about 30 yards in front of me. They all went on their way apart from this huge stag who just stood staring at me.
I found this pretty unnerving to say the least but With my playing partners hurrying me along I decided to take my shot, thinning a seven iron, sending the ball like a rocket straight into the side of the stag, dropping at his hooves. It didn’t move an inch and just kept staring at me.
Needless to say my playing partners were hysterical with laughter. I got to within around 15 yards of the stag thinking I could shoo it away but it still stood firm. I wasn’t getting any closer so in the end scratched the hole.