2003-2004. Westview-Par 3, 2nd Hole. 220 yards. Pin back right.
I'm a near-beginner, a hack, playing with a 4, a 10, and a 14.
"A Reverse Redan, of sorts", I say.
No one comments; incomprehension on their part, perhaps mixed with a measure of friendly contempt.
The 4 'capper (a good athlete once, now older with bad knees from rugby) takes a 3 wood and fires at the pin, and goes long.
The 10 takes a 5 wood and puts it in the front bunker. The 14 takes a 5 wood and flares/slices it out to the right.
I take a 2 iron, aim left, hit it solidly and watch it fade towards the opening, left front -- landing short of the green and rolling up and on.
Bogey for the 4. Bogey for the 10. Double for the 14.
Par for the Hack.
I keep score; I'm basically/at heart a card and pencil type, and I'm out of shape and warm up with a cup of coffee. And I'm still an average golfer at best. But I'm not so out of shape nor so much a card-and-pencil type nor so much of a hack to even consider ever swapping out my 2 iron for a modern hybrid or a 5 wood.
The exhilaration of hitting a blade purely, when it counts, and when you know *why* and *where* you're hitting it (because you've read the text/the architecture correctly), is worth much more than the few extra strokes the 2 iron might cost me during a round.