For you Forrest-
ODE TO OAKMONT
0 the dune hills in the sand
along the sea
Where the waves dash high
with mighty, noisy claps
Are as smooth as glossy silk, or
homogenized milk,
When compared with Oakmont’s
furrowed traps.
For a gentlemanly bunker, give
me those
That don’t ever show on topographic
maps,
Where the soil’s politely rakedneither
carved nor sculped
nor faked-
But deliver me from Oakmont’s
furrowed traps.
Now I’ve seen them all-from
awesome Pebble Beach
To Pine Valley’s woods-than
which there are no punker;
But the most remo’te from heaven
is when your ball lies in row
seven
Of a plowed and disced and
harrowed Oakmont bunker.
-Joseph C. Dey, Jr., June I953
And could we see these in future of bunker maint?
www.lambertonrake.comCheers!
JT
Edit - We hit our waste areas with a Gill Rake, sans rear roller, once every three weeks. Its nasty perfect.