Bob and Rob - I'll try to answer your questions but it might take a few posts.
I arrived at PB in a broadly circular manner. I grew up in a small village in upstate NY, and I had started working in plant nurseries when I was 12, after substituting for my older brothers job when he broke a leg playing soccer. I was running landscape crews by the time I was 16 and had developed a growing interest in golf. I had only played on muni's and my interest leaped after playing the Leatherstocking CC...it was an unexpected whole new world for me and really fueled my curiosity about golf and design. Come November the same year, and with little prospects besides plowing snow and woods clearing contracts for the winter, I loaded my Ford Pickup with clothes and some camping stuff and and took off to the South to find a job in the warm world at a GC. I think I had about $400 dollars cash and no credit cards (who did then?)...but I was rich and ready for adventure....
- I disagree with Adam's previous post about the way 7 green has changed over the years...and I say this knowing full well that he was playing golf there at the same time I was mowing the greens. I can say this because I had first hand knowledge... first hand in that my hands were physically involved in the reasons for the gradual changes that evolved from the early photos until my time in the 70's.
The sand splash effect is the major reason for change in many of the greens...especially those that were closely bunkered in the early photos. Sand splash occurs when a player sprays sand on the green during a bunker shot causing a constant top dressing of both the lip and the down slope to the green. Pebble has a perfect climate and condition for this to affect to be maximized...cool weather for most of the year that grass loves to grow in. PB has no problem growing grass, but the opposite, keeping up with mowing the grass.
The sand stays after a shot and the grass grows up to meet it...and this happens many thousand of times a year. In optimal conditions like PB I can see the lips and the increasing back slope raise by 3/8ths to half an inch a year...in 40 years 15" to 24"s in height. Those were the heights I encountered when I was there. In recent time courses can de thatch and verti-cut etc to control this effect...but we didn't do anything except fix the lips when they fell down...primarily caused by people walking up out of the bunkers. Fixing them was one of my jobs.
Sand splash had another effect beyond raising the bunker lips. It causes the back slope down to the green to get gradually steeper...and as a result the green would be cut increasingly smaller. Very much in evidence when I was there compared to the early photos.
The greens most affected by higher bunker heights and smaller size were: 4 (esp all around), 5 (esp the front right bunker, the first I rebuilt), 7 (esp all around), 8, 11, 12 (in part),14 (a lot but that's another story in itself), 16 (in part), 17 (esp all around), and 18 (in part). BobC...the gap in 17 had started to close from the early photos but this was primarily due to the increased height of the front left bunker. Standing on the tee I don't remember being able to see any of the left green.
...I drove first to Myrtle beach...I had been there before on a golf trip with my Dad. I knocked on 4 or 5 course doors with no luck. I thought well maybe Disney might be a good chance and drove farther south thru GA and SC marveling at the live oaks and spanish moss (years later I returned to Saint Simons Island for 34 years and raised a family). The Disney area didn't pan out, and I headed west on the coast, always sleeping in the front of my truck...bathing at rest stops. When I got to New Orleans the only job I could turn up was a night security job at a Hotel, not me. My battery had gone dead and I had to park on slopes to be able to pop the clutch to start (not easy to do in flat New Orleans).
I was also down to $40 so I headed north going towards Shreveport and picked up a hitchhiker. I said I was looking for work and he replied "there's always work offshore in the oilfields". I said thanks and left him off at the next exit, turned around and headed south for the Louisiana delta country, not sure if I had the gas to get there. I was amazed at the change from Plantation oaks to sugar cane to the endless marsh and bayou canals and settlements. The road ended in Grand Isle and a community built of trailers on telephone pole stilts. At the the very end there was a closed for the winter State Park and across from that was Grand Isle Shipyards...the local employer. I walked in and said my name is Paul Cowley and I need work. "Pays $4.25 an hour. We work 4:30 to 7:30..14 hr days...7 days a week...so you get 51 hrs a week overtime. Sign here and be at the dock 4:30 sharp", I signed and pulled my truck over to the State Park. I found a cold water beach shower, then got back in the truck and put my head down to sleep....