First Day Of Golfing Season
The morning sun slowly rises over the horizon, burning off the light fog and bringing the chill out of the ground. Sounds of pheasants cackling come from the surrounding farmland. Songbirds begin to chirp more and more, and the mosquitoes and other insects slowly start to prey on the unsuspecting golfers. We can only pray for a slight breeze to hinder their efforts. A couple of deer graze in a distant fairway. The aroma of freshly cut grass arises from the ground covering the stench of cigar smoke left by the preceding foursome. The guys from work standing around the first tee box waiting for the golfers ahead of us to reach a safe distance. They leave footprints and cart tracks in the dew covered grass. The opening of a can suddenly interrupts a period of silence, nothing like a cool one at 7:30 in the morning. The group ahead of us consists of four men. Three men observe the other golfer as he prepares for his approach shot. He weighs around 275 lbs and stands 5’10”, a stereotypical golfer. He addresses the ball with feet shoulder width apart and the ball in the middle of his stance. He slowly raises the club away from the ball keeping his left arm straight. His eyes glued on the ball. The backswing peaks
backswing. I can hear the club head collide with the ball immediately followed by the other men in his group laughing as the ball rolls in to the creek in front of them. We laugh in amusement and joke at the poor shot. To my right, the tenth hole, which plays the same as the first hole. The tee box is slightly higher on the hill than the first tee box. The fairway heads down the hill and is cut off by the creek. At the bottom of the hill, there is a small group of trees to the left and the road is to the right. On the other side of the road is a cornfield where the plants have started to sprout. The green plants contrast the black topsoil showing the cornrows. Another small bridge in the middle of the fairway crosses the creek. It leads to the paved cart path that winds to the left around to the side of the green and eventually to the next tee box. A big willow tree blocks a decent shot to the green from the left side of the fairway. The fairway takes a small turn to the left after the creek. It leads to the slightly elevated green, protected by sand bunkers on the left and right. Behind me the paved entranceway turns into the gravel parking lot. Still early in the morning, only my green Jeep Cherokee and five other cars are parked in the lot. To my left is the clubhouse. Covered with brown wood siding on the upper level and dark brown brick on the bottom half, it overlooks five of the eighteen holes from its vantage point on top of a hill. On one side, a pair of full glass doors lead to a large deck for enjoying a few drinks after a round of golf. White Yamaha golf carts line the side of the clubhouse, waiting to be used for the first time this season. What keeps me coming back to the golf course year after year? According to Steve Newell, a professional golfer and writer: “Golf is probably the most fascinating, en
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