I hit the GREEN!!!!

So Here I was at a Par 3 169 yard hole. I had my Aunt, a doctor, be my unofficial caddy. She was a good one. She helped me find the ball.

She is as clueless as I am to most parts of golf, but we do atleast understand that Steele Hill is not quite say Pebble Beach, or Pinehurst or anything other than my backyard lawn with greens.

Anyway I selected a two iron for the hole. I hit a beautiful shot that landed and stayed right on the green. They were excellent shots. I just missed a long birdie putt and ended up getting par. That was an awesome feeling.

Then I went to a hole where I wanted to play a 9 iron, but with my mixed and matched set of clubs, I didn't have one. I had a pitching wedge that I tried. It came up short. I also had it draw too much. I wanted it to hit off of a ridge and towards hole, it drew above the ridge and didn't bounce towards the hole. Then I tried a seven Iron, which I also drew to much with. I also hit it too far. A guy was nice enough to find it after it bounced on the street and into grass area. I tried to pretend I didn't hit it, but he knew I did so we had that awkward moment of, "yes I was the guy who hit that errant shot."

Then I played a 70 yard hole with a Sand Wedge.

"What club is he playing from the tee this time"

"Well he appears to be teeing off using a sand wedge"

Once again a line you hear only at Steele Hill. Atleast this 70 yard hole had a magnificent view of New Hampshrie Mountains and Lake Winnisquam, with Winnipesaukee in the distance.

I also played that long hole that I sliced three drives on but then nailed the fourth again this day. This time I only took one shot.

It took forever for me to get that shot off though. I didn't want to hit the little kids on the course who were with in my target range on a different hole. I also didn't want to hit the people fishing by the pond should I miss hit the ball and hit a line drive screamer towards them.

I was antsy because their were people behind me, except those people were just as bad at golf as I was. I told them I was a beginner who was no good and started going to the range in May.

Then I showed how much of a beginer I was by absolutely nailing a ball. I mean I nailed it. It went high and beautifully in the air. It kept on going and going and going and going and going. I knew there was no way it landed in grass. I hit it so hard and straight that I knew I sent it either into the pool, onto the pool deck, or past all three and into the woods. I wasn't sure which but was eager to find out.

I once again didn't want to be "that guy" who hit the golf ball into people relaxing by the pool.

"Who the hell has that bad of an aim"

Hey that should have been impressed if they knew I hit it from the tee. I went up towards the pool to look for the ball but tried to be stealthy about it. I tried to guage the people in the pool area to see if the people look startled by a golf ball that flew into the middle of their relaxing day. I wanted to see if they were going to have an angry look for a guy in golf shorts and a polo shirt. I didn't get any stares. I tried not to make it look as if I was looking for a golf ball by going to check on the temperature of the hot tub. I was trying to be nanchalant. I once again didn't want to be the idiot golfer who hit it on the pool deck.

Golf was an adventure once again.

But I really did have the best caddy in the world. My caddy was free and helped me find golf balls. She also went with me to look at golf drivers. I found one I liked and then she decided to get it as a graduation gift for me. A caddy that pays their golfer is a caddy I really love.

Ok I love her more because she is my aunt, but still can you beat that for a caddy? Aunt Barbara was my first ever caddy. I will always remember that.