My son-in-law Matt & I golfed 18 holes at Black Wolf Run today. It was a lot of fun. Yeah, we were a little outside of our comfort zone, but the course staff made us feel welcome. We pulled up to the clubhouse in my rusty '95 F-150 and they immediately unloaded our clubs and got our cart ready while we parked and checked in. "Yes sir, you're all set...18 holes on the Meadows course...10:40 tee time...enjoy". We boarded our cart (outfitted with complimentary tees and towels + onboard ball & club wash) and headed out (the wrong way). Driving down a long path..."Hey Matt, there's a few balls laying in the grass...let's stop and pick'em up". After we each had both hands full of "lost" golf balls, we realized that the ground was covered with them. They were practice balls and we were on a path that ran along side the driving range. Realizing that our lack-o-class was vividly showing, we sheepishly looked around...dropped the balls and quickly got back in our cart. Moving on...We finally arrived at the Starter's shack. He was expecting us and kindly explained the layout of the course; where the various conveniences were located and when the next group would be teeing off. The course was awesome; our play...frustrating (as usual). Oh shoot...we forgot our score card on the steering wheel of the cart! I'm sure there are a few staff members laughing themselves to sleep tonight. The great part about playing a course of this caliber is that when you're searching for the ball(s) you just launched into the tall grass, you find 3-5 more that are of much better quality than the one's you brought along. Apparently, the usual clientèle enjoy the nicer things, but don't enjoy looking for them when they go astray. We probably lost better than a dozen balls, but found twice that. It's all good.
~Steve
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