Sunday, June 22, 2014

Achill Island links

Apparently, the more agricultural the golf course, the better I play. In most other places this course along the Atlantic might be mistaken for a sheep pasture. Drop €10 in the registration box and tee up. One of the local club members who was just finishing up was very chatty. Told us his name was Sean Connally and the local Chinese takeout place was expecting James Bond when he went for his order; that his daughter was marrying a Paiute Indian from northern Nevada; and that sheep were in play.


The tufts of wool and white rocks made finding a white ball challenging even on the wide open track. Sheep made fine targets except that they tend to move. 

Guardian of #3

Scenic fifth hole

My lovely caddy was kind enough to carry my divot repair bag for the round. And yes that's sheep poo by the divot. 


Greens were in great condition despite the sheep. Apparently the blue ropes surrounding the greens act as a mental barrier for the dumb animals, even though they are 3' off the ground and draped from post to post. The 5th green looking back towards the water and my lovely caddy. 
Managed 3 pars and a bird once I stopped laughing about the surreal, yet so Irish, environment.

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