I'm going to have to agree. 8 or 9 years ago, before i stopped playing much due to injury and circumstance, much of my golf was played with non-GCA low-handicappers, most of whom - although they loved to play with me - thought I was a bit of a nut.
We'd be playing an unfamiliar course and I'd occasionally stop to marvel at a really unusual or interesting feature - even if my ball was nowhere near it; yet nobody could understand the point of paying attention to anything but my own shot or where my opponent stood. I tend to stand on the tee with arms folded, picking apart what is in front of me - not because I'm trying to defeat it as player - but more to make mental notes of how the overall geometry and hazards work together.
Low-handicappers, as a rule, hate uncertainty. The odd bounce, blind shot or completely unfair hole (450 yard par-4 with tiny, undulating green) just pisses most of them off to distraction - and they usually end up shooting a zillion, vowing never to come back. Too much ego and not enough love of the whimsical adventure that is all things golf.
You know the type, the maxi-pad stud who comes back from Scotland trumpeting what he shot at Carnoustie, but whining like a bitch that Cruden Bay and Berwick are quirky, old fashioned and stupid. The truth is usually that Mr. Giant Schwantz got his rectum rerouted and cannot admit to anybody he shot 92 at Prestwick with a 10 on the Cardinal and picked up lying 8 after two lost balls on the Himalayas.
In reality - aside from my three best golfing friends - I don't like playing with non-architecture buffs anymore. I can only tolerate so many stock market tips or manly tales of shagged pussy when Regan was president. Yeah, I am a snob and have reached a point where I'd rather walk a quirky, unknown gem with one of us than play a famous track with Schmuck, Duck and Pluck.
So, I guess that makes me an "outliner" in "several thousand" (and one) ways. The truth is, I enjoyed original - and even strange - courses even more when I played more than once a month. When you've got a full arsenal of knock-downs and bump shots, the opportunity to get really creative and pull it off using the ground game is more satisfying.
I used to get confused because I could "see" a whole bunch of ways to skin the cat - and was therefore a better evaluator of courses than I am now - which is a marginal nine handicap with a weak back and the yips.
As a matter of fact, aside from guys like Fortson or Merrill Hiserman (who many of you know), I don't even like playing with low handicappers these days because they take it far too seriously.
Unless of course, I get to watch them come completely unglued trying to overpower a short, quirky golf course smarter than they are.