After a week of curtain twitching and scanning the 10 Day forecast, early sunshine looked set to disprove the meteorologists yet again. A bumper weekend for the organisers, 10 became 16 in a flurry of Saturday afternoon phone calls. First, never-a-dull-moment, Frame confirmed followed by the Lone Ranger himself, McLoughlin. Potter, eyeing the main prize, swelled the more experienced section with Baker Snr also in the paddock; Horsburgh Snr missed out after being firmly over-ruled over possible non-attendance of a 60th birthday bash. At the other end of the spectrum, Stanton County Junior players Allen and Minchin boosted the youth policy and quality, handicaps of 3 and 5 respectively.
Dean and Baker Snr were in relaxed and optimistic mood with the buggy fully juiced up and waiting, with thoughts of aching joints up the stretch a distant memory.
Horsburgh Jnr triumphantly informed his fellow partners that if you don’t par the 8th you might as well walk in, before proceeding to duff one lamely into the adjacent stream whilst limply retorting in a Charles Hawtrey toned voice ‘Oh no don’t go in there!’ On that advice 11 of the field may as well have given up as a bad job, Minchin tamed the tester, driving the 291 yard hole; always a helpful way of getting a birdie.
With all said and done it, Meadows still managed to sit pretty in the clubhouse. Cheers!
Alas it was not to be, with possibly the highest quality field to date, 12 holes was the maximum the lead group could make, with Meadows straining at the leash and eager to make his mark, before the Gods unleashed their fury. The storm warning initially skirted the surrounding landscape, with the heavens threatening, an almighty crash of thunder was followed a dazzling lightning display that had the klaxon blaring and the field retreating. More customary to the U.S Tour rather than the TGS Tour, certainly a first!
The final quartet of Tuckwell Jnr, Dean, Baker Snr and Hefter were handily placed on the 10th, within a stones throw of the cars, as the end of the world approached. Baker Jnr, Meadows, Allen and Minchin faired less fortunately, crammed in a tiny wooden hut with ex-ladies Captain – Hilary; who managed to scramble a direct line to the clubhouse and proceeded with verbal diarrhoea about pleated skirts, darning and running through every shot of the 94 accumulated in the previous 11 holes. Baker was about to test Hils's conductibility but couldn’t decide whether husband Eric should be sent out instead, who kept the huddled group abreast of the imminent storm with ‘one elephant…two elephant…three elephant – did you know that one was 400m away… one elephant…' Lord strike me down and put me out of this insanity!
McLoughlin, for once mis-firing, was thankful for the adverse weather conditions but amidst the darkening gloom became conscience of only having a t-shirt as sole protection; but found salvation in a broken brolly in a nearby bin, to Daft’s amusement!
Hoenigmann drew blood after a lengthy spell rummaging in the bushes on 4, pausing over the next shot as claret spilled down the shaft prompting need for some first aid.
McLoughlin, for once mis-firing, was thankful for the adverse weather conditions but amidst the darkening gloom became conscience of only having a t-shirt as sole protection; but found salvation in a broken brolly in a nearby bin, to Daft’s amusement!
Hoenigmann drew blood after a lengthy spell rummaging in the bushes on 4, pausing over the next shot as claret spilled down the shaft prompting need for some first aid.
Horsburgh Jnr triumphantly informed his fellow partners that if you don’t par the 8th you might as well walk in, before proceeding to duff one lamely into the adjacent stream whilst limply retorting in a Charles Hawtrey toned voice ‘Oh no don’t go in there!’ On that advice 11 of the field may as well have given up as a bad job, Minchin tamed the tester, driving the 291 yard hole; always a helpful way of getting a birdie.
With the field safely accounted for in the clubhouse and with the ample ladies to service the thirst, a voucher awaited entitling a full replay for all, nice touch. With no other choice but to call it void; it was despair for the leaders and second chance for the languishers.
With all groups finishing 9: A 9 hole challenge for honour, prestige and bragging rights.
Half the field were separated by only 4 points, it was certainly shaping up for an interesting finale, sure to test ones bottle and see who would need to reach for the Halls Soothers. Hefter equalled Baker Snr’s 2007’s opening 9 high of 20 points and with it the double edged glory. After a no score up the first the putter was in immaculate touch as was the course management and sand saves. Baker Snr, also hot with the putter, confirmed definite course form with a superb second placed 19 points: A brilliant nett eagle the highlight on 6. Man of the moment Daft (18) ousted the always entertaining Frame (18) on count back for the final podium spot. One '2 point' over the 9 was nothing less than expected for Frame! Minchin (17), on debut, started and finished with birdie for joint lowest gross with Allen (16). While Meadows (16) was handily placed after an important nett birdie on 9 amidst a flurry of fist pumps. On the same hole Baker Jnr (15) managed to bounce one back down the road, a passing Jaguar deflecting the ball metres from the original hit. Tuckwell Jnr (16) finished with a long snaking birdie on 9, the second of the round after a comfortable tap in on 5. Hoenigmann (16) wracked up another impressive 9, time spent on the driving range pre tee-off signalling intent. Radford (14) showed immediate improvement, practise on Tiger Woods ’08 clearly paying dividends!
With all said and done it, Meadows still managed to sit pretty in the clubhouse. Cheers!
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