The Golfing

Went to the golf scramble yesterday to raise $ for our Artful School.  Hunterman got me some clubs, gave me some lessons, and brought me a bloody mary before the first hole.  In short, Hunterman rocks. I'm not sure I ever blogged this, but Hunterman shot 4 coyotes over spring break. I find that amazing.  And he shot a turkey just 30 minutes into turkey hunting season, effectively wrapping up the season for him because you can only shoot one, I just found out.  Anyway, after just a 40 minute golf lesson, I found I was able to hit the ball, sometimes kind of far. I didn't ever achieve loft, but Hunterman told me not to try to achieve loft.  I kind of get the whole golfing thing.  I liked being with a group of 3 good pals, driving around in golf carts, in a beautiful setting of grassy knolls and forested glens.  Drinking a bloody mary.  Who wouldn't like that?  We decided to stop after 5 holes though.  5 holes seemed perfect.  My team, called the Just Us Golfers, was a lot of fun.  We really didn't know much about golf, but we made it up as we went along.  At one point, KVS, said to me, "Which glub do I use? I think I need a new glub. What's it called again?"
"Do you mean club?" I asked her.
Come to find out, she did mean club.  We aren't inside members of the golfing discourse, but if I keep doing these golf scrambles, I'll get there eventually.  One thing I don't like about golf is waiting for some people to finish, while other people behind you are kind of rushing you along.  A golf dream would be to have the whole course for my team only.