Michigan Slice
This Guy Cant dance...
We have a best shot of your round thread, but what's the best shot of your life?
What led to that shot, what circumstances was the shot made under?
Mine came during a round last summer, at a pre league play warm up round at a course called the Timbers, in Vassar,MI. It was hole 12 which was alongside a road, it was a par 5. With an old windmill and concrete barn foundation up about 115 Yds from the green. Off to the right about 20 Yds right of the fairway.
Well..... Guess where my 3rd shot ended up?
Behind that concrete foundation, about 4-5' behind it.
When I got to that ball, my initial thought was hit it backwards into the fairway, take my lumps and continue the hole.
My buddy, who was able to play that day thought I could get up and over it, as it was about 3' high.
I was scared. Scared that this ball was going from ground, to club, to concrete, to my beautiful face.
I hit it after a moment if thought, struck it well.
The ball flew on a good line, landed at the edge of the green, then released and rolled in for birdie.
I got to see it all, as did my buddy, a couple groups on surrounding holes, and the ranger who I didn't know was sitting about 40 Yds behind us waiting to pass.
That shot still brings a smile to my face.
What led to that shot, what circumstances was the shot made under?
Mine came during a round last summer, at a pre league play warm up round at a course called the Timbers, in Vassar,MI. It was hole 12 which was alongside a road, it was a par 5. With an old windmill and concrete barn foundation up about 115 Yds from the green. Off to the right about 20 Yds right of the fairway.
Well..... Guess where my 3rd shot ended up?
Behind that concrete foundation, about 4-5' behind it.
When I got to that ball, my initial thought was hit it backwards into the fairway, take my lumps and continue the hole.
My buddy, who was able to play that day thought I could get up and over it, as it was about 3' high.
I was scared. Scared that this ball was going from ground, to club, to concrete, to my beautiful face.
I hit it after a moment if thought, struck it well.
The ball flew on a good line, landed at the edge of the green, then released and rolled in for birdie.
I got to see it all, as did my buddy, a couple groups on surrounding holes, and the ranger who I didn't know was sitting about 40 Yds behind us waiting to pass.
That shot still brings a smile to my face.