Halfway through the back nine at Foxfire Golf Course in Baldiwnsville New York, I made a declaration to KP, Tater and Netti.
This could be the best golf course anybody can play for twenty bucks, I said to my great friends as we waited for our turn to hit on the tee.
Gorgeous scenery cut into a planned county community of houses and apartment buildings some 20 miles northwest of Syracuse. Testing layout of golf 6434 yards from the white tees, a championship par 72 that tough but fair. Fast, well-kept greens. Cut fairways. Loose sand in the bunkers. And when you answer yes when the man in the pro shop asks you if you’re 55, you only have to hand over a a twenty spot to play and ride in a cart to play on a weekday. So yes, it was crowded around our 9:56 a.m. Thursday tee time.
But what a course for $20.
KP played great.
On the third hole, he chipped to within a foot of the hole to save par. That started him off to a day that included a birdie, a handful of other pars and many, many fine shots. He was the overall winner for the day.
I had my one par for the round, but played better than that, actually, with a few really good drives and good play around the greens. I left a couple of par putts just short or rimmed out of the cup.
It was awesome to play with Netti for the first time this season. He was my teammate, so we got to catch up by sharing a cart. We started our re-bonding by wondering how it was that we were the first two to arrive when we also live the farthest from the course.
Tater scored early by pointing out that Foxfire has the shortest ball washers we’ve ever seen, barely three feet tall. Yes, we did make that joke.
We did have a bit of an incident after holes 16 and 17. Greenside at both, a player in the group behind us hit into us. The first time, the shot landed past us, and Tater said the offender had hit blindly from a stand of trees. The second time, though, it was a par three, and they were on the tee, and we had just finished putting out. No problems with the sight line. The group yelled “Fore,” as custom, and we all ducked. The ball landed near us. I turned and urged that they should wait until we pulled got on our carts and pulled away from the green until they hit their shots. “Golf etiquette!” is how I finished.” One of them yelled something back, but I did not catch what it was, and Netti was driving us toward the 18th tee.
I asked my friends if I had gone too far by admonishing the group behind us, but they said I was right. Good friends.
Then I bashed my drive down the middle, the longest of our foursome, hit two more solid shots, rattled a chip off the pin and left my par putt an inch short.
If you were wondering, we did not meet up with the group behind us after our round.
What would you do if somebody buzzed you with a golf shot two holes in a row? How often would you wash your golf balls? What are the best nicknames for a foursome among your friends?