Tee Times Magazine’s Characters and Critters
Tee Times Magazine’s Characters and Critters, is a fun collection of articles covering individuals and our wildlife friends that inhabit our area golf courses. These are stories that will either bring and smile to your face or a tear to your eye. Please take some time to read and enjoy this wide diversity of interesting stories.
Back in my college days I earned a double major: BS in Business Administration and a Doctoral Degree in Golf, with a minor in finding and cleaning the “fish.”
Human critters are invading our golf courses. The question is, “Are human beings animals (or critters)?”
In late Fall with the leaves mostly on the ground, golfers who are in tune with Mother Nature notice the abundance of wildlife that share their golf course.
Half way through my 77th trip around the third rock from the sun, I have become more aware of time, as measured numerically – by numbers. 82 victories is a huge number.
Each year as the oak and cottonwood dress their golf course in the splendid fall colors, the members a small town golf course in rural America prepare for their favorite golf event.
I first became aware of Paul Palmer on the high school basketball court. I was an 8th grader when Paul was a senior. In Hays, Kansas, my hometown, the junior high and the high school shared the same building and the same basketball court.
It was the third day of the annual golf adventure for the Fab-4, a gang of former college golf teammates. During their freshman year their coach once referred to the group as the Fab-4 (comparing them to the Michigan freshman who nearly won the NCAA Basketball Championship). The name stuck.
This is a feel good story about the great game of golf helping a special needs child develop a bond with his father.
I know that a tornado is not a Critter. But tornadoes are definitely a part of life on a golf course. Therefore, for this story, I will use my author’s license and call a tornado, a Critter on the Course.
Mr. Guy Green has been a dear friend for the past 30 years. Many times chatting over an adult beverage we have discussed the “Best Name For A Golfer.” This month I have allowed Guy Green to substitute for me and tell the tale of Wylie Bogie. Enjoy! – R.J. Smiley
What do you think of when you hear Bismarck, North Dakota? As your mind searches for an answer. any answer; let me give you one word that you had not thought of – GOLF.
The name on his name tag said Duke, but I met Drill, the ER Nurse, on a recent visit to a large hospital’s emergency room on a very busy Saturday night.
The Basketball Golf Group, BGG for short, was ready! They had made the annual golf trip since their college years. The BGG had won the small school state basketball championship as high school seniors.
In the 26 years that we owned and operated Mille Lacs Golf Resort, the infinite variety of golf characters that we encountered was never ending. Good golfers, bad golfers, really nice people and some horse’s a$$es. But I only met one truly natural golfer.
On a recent April morning, a surprise ambush left a 70-year-old golfer mauled and bleeding on a golf course in Connecticut. It was not from another golfer who had been beaned by a golf ball. The attack was from a bobcat with rabies.
It was the couples club championship at Whispering Pines Golf Club near Myrtle Beach. On the final day, Frank and Linda were leading by four strokes with only seven holes left to play.