JH Taylor lamenting the coming of the golden age of golf architecture.
Let me get back on to the trackof my original theme and try andhelp the reader to realize that theheavy ball may possibly be an un-justifiable appendage to the game.We in Britain have seen ruthlesslyeliminated from our links the crossbunker.It is a very rare thingindeed to see on any course thismost effective trap. True, we docome across occasionally a deep,wide abyss that has to be crossedin the progress to the hole, but theold rampart-like structure thatreared its head, proudly bidding de-fiance to one and all is gone. Thepurely artificial links will not tol-erate it. I have often wonderedwhy. We are told that the originof the word "links" are those wasteplaces by the sea where the gamewas first played. Such a place isSandwich and Westward Ho! inEngland, Monifirth and Montrose in Scotland, but even there, whichshould be sacred, the blightinghand of the modern improver (?)is seen. Hills have been removed,passages cut through miniaturemountains in order that the playershould not lose distance by havingto hit a moderately high ball tocarry them. I am thoroughly con-vinced that golf was meant to beplayed in the air. The ball wasnever meant to be trundled towardthe hole. Obstructions should becarried boldly. The usual flat de-pression that goes by the name ofbunker is as often as not jumpedand taken in the stride as the ballgoes scuttling along. There is nota prettier strike in the game thanthe high dropping shot up to thehole guarded by a high bunker.This requires great incubus ofjudgment in elevation and strengthand betrays the hand of the mas-ter when successful. This sentinelthat guarded the approach to thehole so effectively was condemnedfor no convincing reason and wasswept away with impunity withoutscarcely a plea being heard in itsdefense.The high cross bunkerwas the last remaining link thatbound the golfer of the early nine-ties to those old stalwarts of a gen-eration before and it was hard to see its passing. It was the swansong of the lighter ball, as, by itspassing, the heavier ball came intoits illicit own. By its greater den-sity and momentum it could not be nulled up when the high obstaclewas close up to the green andtherefore it was decreed that itmust go, and with its going wasrung the death knell of the longhigh-dropping stroke.We nowsee that the ground is clear fora long way directly in front ofthe green so that the lumberingheavy ball may be propelled witha low trajectory and undignifiedgait. Gone forever I fear is theboldly pitched up mashie shot,pitched to within a few yards ofthe pin. At a distance of 130 yardsor so we tremblingly drop it wellshort, hoping that with good luckin its run it may eventually cometo rest on the green somewhere,