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I know nothing of golf. You would think it would have seeped into my bones through osmosis; Roger Kidder, my first husband was a golfer. He grew up on a family owned summer resort in New Hampshire with his own golf course, tennis courts and lake front cottages. His real game was tennis, preferably on clay courts some youngster had spent their summer rolling and maintaining, (as he had toiled) but golf was part of his vocabulary.

Don’t get me wrong, I have tremendous respect for golf courses. Without them (and cemeteries) much of the lovely land out there would be given over to McMansions or cluster housing. I don’t have an opinion of golfers themselves as I could never get past the lingo and the ability to spend hours chasing small round balls with a club.

One of my latest projects with the Chamber of Commerce was the annual Golf Tournament. I sold sponsorships and worked on the committee to plan the event. Once  all 16 teams of foursomes were registered and departed for the links,  we volunteers gathered for coffee. As the only non-golfers, Laura and I were assigned a cart, a clipboard and a camera. We needed team shots as well as the ubiquitous candids for the Chamber website. Neither of us had ever driven a golf cart but I reasoned Laura owns an insurance agency so in the event of a mishap she should be the designated driver. It was bucketing rain as we lurched out of the parking lot.

Zipping up and down the trails, chasing down teams of players we couldn’t help being awed by the scenery. “This is kind of fun!” Laura commented. Despite our recent drought, there was a lot of luscious green on this rainy morning.

Crotched Mt. Golf Course with Crotched Mt. Ski area behind

Crotched Mountain Resort facing Crotched Mountain Ski Area

“I doubt Sports Illustrated will be asking us to cover the Master’s Tournament any time soon, but you are right, this isn’t a bad way to spend the day.” I replied.



There were all sorts of critters out and about. We spotted this coyote loping across the open course (is that called a fairway? I am clueless). I suspect he was dining on the wild turkeys strutting along the edges of the woods.

Coyote on a golf course



The players were a fun group, all ages and levels of skill.




That’s not sand, it’s the soggy ‘green’ from the rain!

I missed my chance to the a shot of the quintessential golfer of the day. As we were watching the carts full of tournament players head to the last holes, a very elderly gentleman came crab-walking toward the first hole. He was pushing a handcart loaded with his clubs and muttering about the “idiots whizzing by with no regard for the game!” I questioned his choice of walking the course with all its hills and he simply guffawed. “This is the only way to really see where your ball lies and all the nature along the way. Original equipment!” he noted pointing to his knobby knees.  I had to agree, he probably sees more of the beauty of the land and gets more exercise. And isn’t that the point?


10 comments on “Golf Tournament

  1. Touring NH says:

    I have no interest at all in golf, like you, I don’t get the point of whacking a ball only to walk (or ride) after it so I can hit it again.Too bad about the rain, but everyone seems to be smiling. Great shot of the coyote.

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    1. Thank you Laura. I was surprised to see him/her out in the middle of the day just jogging across the open.

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  2. Lou Giusto says:

    It is a wonderful social game if one does not take it so serious to play with family, friends and other golfers paired with you by the starter. Your next step is to take some lessons and give it a try, who knows what could happen? If you are flexible, have balance, timing, physical strength, a keen eye, can judge distances, and love to exercise (like riding a horse) you will have no problem mastering the game of golf, you will be a natural.

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    1. Thank you Lou. You make a good case for taking lessons. I can’t judge distances and have horrible eye-hand coordination so I think I will stick to riding!!


  3. alinekaplan says:

    I learned to play golf so that I could be out with the movers and shakers at sales meetings instead of in the clubhouse or managing the spouse event. When playing I learned several things. (1) As you discovered, golf courses are beautiful places and you can see all kinds of wildlife. I have seen foxes, fisher cats, turkeys, hawks, soft-shell turtles and alligators among other critters. (2) Playing golf is also a kind of meditation. For however long you’re on the course your focus is on what club to play, where the ball dropped, what club to play, how to get on the green and how to sink the putt. The outside world doesn’t exist. That’s not bad. (3) Golf is expensive and not always friendly to women. I think I may write a blog post about this. And, yes, the coyote is loping across the fairway.

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    1. Thank you Aline! I hadn’t thought about the meditative aspect. That makes sense!


    1. Thank you for the link and mention, Aline. Great Post!!!


  4. Marie Keates says:

    I e never understood golf, apart from the walking.

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    1. And no one was walking! So what is the point, right??

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