Wiley and cunning, the other team tried to seduce ideas of a hostile takeover out of our heads, but do not be fooled. Behind those beautiful pearly whites are not sweet intentioned golfers, nay, they are the criminal minds of Adel at work. These two crafty tricksters play the good sportsmen...while they plan a plot so dubious, it would not be a fitting bit of fiction here...
Look at that form! The Dad takes his best shot...i believe this ball mysteriously went missing...interesting ploy. The plot thickens.
Our fearless leader finds his game again on the course at Winterset on this liquefying day in Iowa. With master craftsmanship...he chooses his path, ever so softly checks the wind, and then...gives the ball something to write home about.
The silent expert, Sunday, with little experience and practice has taken "beginner" to a new level. In a few short games she has become the phenom of our little clan, with steadied hand and great precision, she slices the ball with a soft expertise only someone who has studied can master.