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Golf Australia Express : Issue 51
MYFIRST MEMORIES OF golf are playing with my dad. He often took me out for a game and when we lived in Tassie we would venture as a family on long Sunday drives to far flung nine-hole country courses with locked up clubhouses and an honesty box for green fees. There we’d play regardless of the weather, sometimes bonding through horizontal sleet fresh from Mt Barrow as we ploughed on, powered by Dad’s insistence. These games form more than the foundations of my golfing memory: they are planted so deep they have become a part of my personality and to this day a round with my old man is unlike any other. Our competition has ranged around the country and is played at any opportunity. He tends to win. After a game there is invariably discussion on areas that hold us back—often books are dragged from shelves to provide illustration to the point at hand—the takeaway, for example, or centring the ball in the stance. Swings are demonstrated and putts replayed as the game lives on well beyond nightfall. That’s what golf is all about. Beyond the minutiae of scores and individual performances, we are part of a relationship with this sport and it is a relationship that encourages sharing. Ours is a game that thrives among friends and family, and more often than not vice versa. GOLF IS A GAME OFTEN INTRODUCED TO US BY OUR FATHERS. AND IT'S A LEGACY THAT MUST CONTINUE, WRITES WILL HONE. PLAYING WITH POP with Will Hone IN HONING My son is eight months old. It’s fair to say he finds it difficult to focus on the finer points of the game at the moment but I can’t wait for that to change. Already I’m scoping for a way to get him out on the course, even if only for a few holes with him in the stroller. Already I long for the day when he has grown tall enough to reach the handle on a buggy and strong enough to drag it around the course, for the time he and I can come home again with stories and laughs of shots made and missed. Forrest Gump said life is like a box of chocolates, but for me it’s more like a game of golf. It has good and bad holes and there’s more to it than the final score. But most of all, it is—like life—something best shared with those we hold close in our hearts. Which is why you’d do well to book a round with Dad this Sunday. OTG These games are planted so deep they have become a part of my personality. A round with my old man is unlike any other. DO YOU AGREE? TELL US YOUR THOUGHTS