My husband has wanted to play golf lately. So he made a three-hole golf course in the nearby meadow and started teaching us. I now know what a "pitching wedge," "driver," and "putter" are. I even sort of know when to use them. At first we had to train the dog not to chase the balls and move them.
The course doesn't have sand traps, but it does have plenty of cow pies, tufts of grass, rose bushes, and ditches. It makes it rather exciting.
We have to use brightly colored balls (even white is bright out here) so we can find them amongst all the obstacles. The holes are marked with rebar and a piece of dam material (temporary dams for flood irrigating the pastures are made of the orange fabric).
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