Golf – Eskildoodle Photos and Feelings

A gaping gully waited to gobble golf balls between the t-box and the narrow ribbon of the 17th fairway at Highlander Golf Course. It was a daunting challenge for one who last golfed about 20 years ago. With quiet determination, I held the club firmly and concentrated on the swing. The club hit the ballContinue reading “Where Golf Balls Go to Die”