You never know when you will have another chance to do something. So, today, after taking some things to my daughter, who lives near my old hometown of St Albans, Vermont, I decided to have a rematch with the Champlain Country Club. Those who have followed the blog know that I am a new golfer in my 4th season. The only time I set foot on the golf course growing up was in the role of caddy for one of my good friends, the late Terry Baker. The course was only 9 holes in those days. I do not remember much about it other than he let me take a tee shot on one of the holes. It was lousy.
Last year, on a hot summer afternoon, I golfed there for the first time. Not knowing the course, even from my caddying some 35 years earlier, I failed miserably. I did not want that to be my only memory of the course. My handicap [other than not being a very good golfer] is around a 32. I had hoped to get under 30 this season, but that will have to wait. One of the things I have learned is to not try to make up for a bad tee shot. And today, that strategy paid off.
I have a favorite club. It is my 8-iron. I use it when I am feeling frustrated or about to go into a tailspin. I can count on a good shot even if it only goes 125 yards or so. But it is better than trying to overcompensate and making an even poorer 2nd shot. A bad hole to me is a snowman or higher on the scorecard. And today, I only had one hole like that. [I chose not to use my 8-iron & paid for it] I did not lose a ball. I lost 6 or 7 the first time I played there. I played the front & back with equal scores and had the best away round I have ever played. The leaves were past peak foliage, but the weather was great, and I enjoyed the round immensely. Made bettter by taking that one last chance.