Chimney on hole #1. Don't lay up just behind it. |
John later realizes that Brad removed the chair he was sitting on. |
Chris, thinking chicks dig guys with long poles. |
A par 4 with a huge, well, um, you-know-what running right up to the green. |
John just saw Spider Man. Go web. |
Don't go in there. Really. I did. Where's the ladder? |
Bunkers-a-plenty. There is no sand... There is no sand... Calm thoughts... |
Long one from the tips. |
Hole #10. Don't go right. |
Looking toward the tee of hole #15 as we play hole #11. The green is below the tractor. |
Maintenance guys posing. Back to work, boys. |
Green of hole #12, tucked in there somewhere. |
Approach shot on hole #12. Watch the rocks, and don't go right. |
John narrowly misses a putt on #12. Chris and Brad don't give a damn. |
Thank God the green isn't up there. |
Checking out the fossils. Mmmmm, fossils. |
I wonder if the dinosaur wore soft spikes? |
Hey! Fetch the cart. I'm too tired to walk back down there. |
More of the #12 green, in case you weren't paying attention earlier. |
John is pleased with himself on the #13 tee. We chose to keep our distance. |
Hole #13, out there somewhere. |
Brad smashes one. |
Chris prepares to play a short pitch off the tee. Just whack it, buddy. |
Making our way down #13. |
Looking back on #13. Notice the heavy cursing left all over the fairway. |
Hole #14, par 3. Not as long as it looks. Well, maybe. |
From the #15 tee box. Not a good time to chunk a drive. Is that casual water down there? |
Dan fixin' to hit the bejeesus out of the ball. Too bad the ball needs that bejeesus to fly straight. |
#15 green. The tractor is OB. |
Back up the #15 fairway. |
Chris examines his bits and pieces. |
#16, par 3. Don't go right. |
#18, par 5. Finishing a good day. Don't go right. |
John thinks I'm a photographer from GQ. |
Chris leisurely cranks one down the fairway. |
Brad puts some body english on the ball. That's it... good ball. |
John hits one over the center field wall. Whew, nobody went right. |
Chris, Brad, and John (minus the ponchos and six-shooters). There's gonna be trouble. |
Approaching the 18th green. Don't go right (you should know that by now). |
Looking back from the 18th green. Whooped again. |