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Ian Pike Hammer
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doesn't have to be a good shot, could also be a shot you witnessed.
I was playing in a 32 team tourney in Garden City Ks. We were on the edge of the green on #6, a short 90-degree dog'leg to the right. My turn to putt. The green sloped SEVERELY downhill to the left, so much so that I just couldn't see any line to the hole. I studied it so much I could tell my teammates were getting antsy, "Just putt the damn thing and we'll take a bogey!" I could hear them thinking. I was prolly 30 feet away with another 30 foot line to the right of the hole to allow for the slope. I just couldn't see it. It was too outrageous to even try. I decided to try to shoot it about a foot to the right of the hole, hit it hard and hope it slowed down enough to die at the hole, which it did, right after it caught the last of the turn as it slowed and plopped softly in the hole.
We lost the tourney by 25 strokes, but the ribeye afterward was delicious!
I was playing in a 32 team tourney in Garden City Ks. We were on the edge of the green on #6, a short 90-degree dog'leg to the right. My turn to putt. The green sloped SEVERELY downhill to the left, so much so that I just couldn't see any line to the hole. I studied it so much I could tell my teammates were getting antsy, "Just putt the damn thing and we'll take a bogey!" I could hear them thinking. I was prolly 30 feet away with another 30 foot line to the right of the hole to allow for the slope. I just couldn't see it. It was too outrageous to even try. I decided to try to shoot it about a foot to the right of the hole, hit it hard and hope it slowed down enough to die at the hole, which it did, right after it caught the last of the turn as it slowed and plopped softly in the hole.
We lost the tourney by 25 strokes, but the ribeye afterward was delicious!