[ocuyler]

I did 2 things growing up in Western New York - hang out on my father's collection of power and sail boats and play golf. I started as age 8, having grown up literally in between 2- 18 hole public courses. I've had the same teacher/mentor the entire 40 years.

I pretty much stopped playing golf 8 years ago to get into "big" boating with the kids. Well, they're teens now and not real interested in hanging with Dad on a motoryacht, so we sold her and will be getting back into SeaCrafts and golf.

I still use the same 1989 Ping Eye2 irons (1 through LW), Big Bertha driver, 4 and 7 woods and the Ping Anser putter I bought while a freshman in high school.

My handicap is my stuborness to not play it as a game, but instead insist it's a power game meant for home runs and perfect approach irons shaped to the situation (.300 in NOT a good average in golf).

In a way, it reminds me of fishing. You can have all the world's best equipment, go to the right place, present yourself by the book and come up totally empty handed. Fortunately, it only takes ONE good thing to happen to bring you back again. Thank goodness for good friends and fair weather. [img]/images/graemlins/cool.gif[/img]