Fellow GCA’er Dan Taylor and I had the immense pleasure of playing Pebble Beach this past Monday afternoon. Regardless of how one feels about the cost to play, the course’s ranking relative to others, the pace of play, etc., it is not possible for me not to be exhilarated when getting the chance to play at Pebble…
The blue of the sky…
The gold of the setting sun…
The green grass of the fairways…
The glint of the firm, grey sand in the bunkers…
The foreboding dark browns of the cliffs…
...and of course...
The stunning white fur of the rabbit…!!
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Yes, it’s true, folks! Dan and I were paired up Monday with a man…and his rabbit…
It is not an exaggeration to say that he both photographed and videotaped his rabbit on nearly every hole, sometimes holding the rabbit at the cliff’s edge, sometimes holding the camera in one hand and the rabbit in the other, shooting backwards to get a picture of the two of them together. Sometimes the shots were just of the rabbit, framed gracefully against the tall grass of the bunkers—gold, Jerry—pure gold!
Alas, I do not know what the rabbit thought of the course architecture, the conditions or the company. It was too busy wondering whether the crows perched on the golf carts were going to figure out how to open up the rabbit’s carrier…
Words cannot adequately describe the surreal nature of the entire afternoon—it seems to bizarre to believe, even as I type this…
Dan and I challenge all of you to come forth with your playing companion-rodent stories. We feel confident that this will top anything, but I will never sell the cogniscenti of the GCA short!
Peter