True Story
I was playing Dornoch one day with Euan Currie (owner/barman of the Burghfield House Hotel) and two other friends. As is Euan's wont, he carried along in his bag three 1-irons, a few other clubs, a full bottle of Macallan, 4 crystal glasses, a jug of water and a linen table cloth. We planned to have a dram on the 7th tee to congratulate ourselves for having (hopefully) survived the climb from the 6th green. As we walked up the brae we heard loud shouts from behind and looked around to see great glee and merriment on the 6th tee. There had obviously been an ace.
On the 7th tee, Euan laid out the tablecloth, poured and we sat and sipped in the splendid isolation. He then washed out our glasses, wiped them off and poured 4 more drams, just in time for the group behind to arrive on the tee. We handed the drams to the fourball, as Euan said:
"Gentlemen. It is a tradition here at Royal Dornoch that holes in one on the 6th are celebrated with a fine malt whiskey. Congratulations!"
The group hesitated a moment, and then gave each other a look like “Gee, golf in Scotland really is different, Ralph!” emptied their glasses and gave thanks. We then played off and left them happy and bemused in our wake.
That evening, in the bar, someone said to me:
“You wouldn’t believe what I saw in the tee box at the 13th today!”
“Could it have been an empty bottle of Macallan?” I replied.
PS--Shooter, were you on this DG when I made my modest proposal to combine 7 and 8 into a 750-800 yard mother of all par 6's? Think about it.