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Originally Posted by Dr Winston O Boogie jr
I read a book a few years back about a golf writer who moved to St Andrews. He bought a flat in one of those apartment buildings that line the left hand side of the 18th fairway. They play golf year round there and there was one resident who played every day for over 365 days.
He went down to a little coffee shop one morning. It was snowing and the temperature was in the teens. Some asked, "I wonder what hole, so and so is on". Not, "I wonder if he's playing in this". There was no question about that. He didn't play only if the snow got more then 6" deep.
And there are no golf carts there.
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In my younger and perhaps a bit more adventurous days, I was a member of a golf club on Cape Cod and an instigator in our spontaneous January 1, 1981 New Year's Day Open. Temps were in the single digits with about a foot of snow remaining on the ground after the deeper snowfall had been subjected to an overnight drizzle...the snow/ice cover was now frozen solid enough that when one walked across the surface you mostly remained on the surface and only occasionally broke through the crust. Everyone used orange golf balls but tees were neither necessary nor useful. Our trusty "ice keeper" visited each green (that's merely a traditional name!) and had fashioned a hole about 8" in diameter before we started. Everyone was well dressed for the weather and most players were armed with those pocket hand-warmers that burn charcoal in a metal case. Everyone survived healthy and in good spirits... that was the whole point...it was a shared experience that wasn't so much about golf as it was about camaraderie.
It was a great outing and I’m sure those who participated would recount the fun! However, I am really looking forward to the days (hopefully in the next couple years) when I too will shiver at the thought of playing in The Villages when it’s below 50 degrees!