It all started with my grandfather James who loved the game and me enough to take his 10 year old grandson to a remote Golf Course in Richfield Utah...
The year was 1977, the place was Cove View Golf Course (it was only 9 holes back then), the shoes were spiked (Metal spikes), the pants were tight and the clubs were...well...really hard to hit. I don't remember what clubs I used (until my father bought a set of blue Northwesterns for me) but I do remember that when I hit a good shot it made me want to come back again and again.
My grandfather used to love to get there before the course was open...we would play our 9 holes, then go in the clubhouse and pay on the way out. He would also love to look for balls...which was a good thing for me because I'd loose them as fast as he'd find them. There is an open field right of the number 3 par 5, you know the one, he would make me jump the fence and walk on the dirt road looking for any stray balls that might have been sliced that way...good times.
My father wasn't into golf like my grandfather was. Although he did take me quite a bit one summer while we were working on his semi-truck. We would do the same drill as grandpa and I did...get up early...play 9 holes and pay on the way out. Good memories...maybe thats why I like the early morning rounds better than the afternoon rounds...
