I have been wanting to learn to play golf most of my teenage and adult life. It was something all of the men in my family did after family gatherings and such. I always went along for the ride, and would try to hit a few but was always told to get back in the cart. I always wanted to take lessons but I always had too much to do. In High School there was Football, Band, ROTC, Rifle Team, Orienteering. Then off to college, and football, band, ROTC, Fratenity, Girls, Booze. After I got married and graduated there was never anytime because I worked on the road all of the time.
My father and brother-in-law play golf whenever both of them are in town, and one Easter weekend they asked me if I wanted to come. I told them I did not want to slow them down, I did not know how to play, did not want to embarass myself, and all of that but they insisted. I hacked away all day everyonce in awhile getting ahold of the ball but nothing spectacular. Until the 18th hole that is. A 514y Par 5, plays down hill to a pond that cuts the fairway about 280 from the tees, then back up hill to the green. Tight fairway woods to the right and a cliff to the left. My Father in law teed up his driver and laid up in front of the water, My brother-in-law teed up and a 3 wood and laid up in front of the water. I pulled driver and ripped it barely clearing the water and barely landing on the other side. High-fives all around. My father in law pulls 3 wood and lays up in front of the green, my brother in law pulls 3 wood and hooks it into the side of the cliff about 90 out from the hole. I pull 5 wood and run it up on the green. I am beginning to think I have this golf thing all figured out and will be playing with Tiger in no time. then I 3 putt for par (my lowest hole all day), and figure I still have it beat and will just need some work.
I have been trying to work it out ever since and still haven't figured it our. I have also played that course 30 times since then and have never carried the water again. But I was hooked, 2 weeks later I was taking lessons with clubs from my family and my brother-in-law, now I am building clubs for them.
Funny how one hole on one day could make you sicker than any drug addict.