My Player is Moira Dunn
Three over today. My bad on our final hole. Too much stick. Bogey.
In the snooze you loose department, a player told her looper they should meet on the putting green an hour and fifteen prior to tee time. When she arrived, he was nowhere in sight. She retrieved her clubs, practiced putting then took them to the range. By chance, she asked someone to check the caddie tent and there he was. Didn’t hear his explanation but it didn’t seem to make much of an impression. He was axed and a replacement was found.
Free golf lessons were offered to any and everyone today. They used the far let side of the range which put the caddie tent in striking distance. It was about 20 yards out and just a little more left. Heard a few balls found their way in but no injuries to report.
It was chicken for lunch in the caddie tent courtesy of Popeye’s. Red beans and rice, fries and biscuits rounded off the menu. Plenty remained for dinner when we finished too.
Then there was this: