We’ve heard your stories about flying too close the the sun and falling back to earth - Your Icarito. What about your stories of salvaging a round or polishing the proverbial turd?
Mine happened in Kohler, WI. After a morning round at Blackwolf Run’s River course, we had an afternoon time at the Meadow Valley course. It was toward the end of the trip and my swing had devolved into a series of spasms and lunges. I was chopping up the course with an array of bogeys, doubles and triples - nothing going right. I had maybe 1 par through 14 holes. Then something flipped. 15 is a long par 3 that was playing into the wind. I pured a hybrid that ended up about 18 inches from the cup for a birdie. 16 is a short par 5 playing downwind. I was greenside in 2, chipped up to 6 feet and made another birdie. 17 was another par 3 playing into the wind. I hit another hybrid, this time to less than a foot and another birdie. 18 is a par 4 with a carry over a river on the approach. A good drive and a strong second, left me about 6 feet and a closing birdie.
So anyway, that’s how I birdied the last 4 holes to shoot 93.