10-24-08
It was drizzling as I loaded up the van with a couple of baskets on top of a coupla rakes, shovels, carpet, spikes, and half a mini van’s worth of course building paraphernalia, shipped off an ebay pkg at the PO, and headed to Turkey Lake a couple hours after the gang was to be there to start the tourney prep.
I think Marshal and I were the only “workers” there at around 11AM. Some of the gang arrived shortly thereafter. I dropped off a Mach 3 (One of the Boylan Family Farms baskets) near tourney HQ. The other “poho” was a brand spankin new M5 (I’m pretty sure) It was the one I’d been waiting to find the right time to assemble…my GM 2008 prize from DGA. (Thanks Scott)
I opened the big box expecting to find the dual short and long “screw-in” poles (like the brass chained M3 that I finally talked Ed into sending me for 1987) but they weren’t in either box. My roomie received the boxes while I was still on the road. I didn’t remember seeing a separate pole for it. So, my new toy had to hide-out in the box in the van for the day.
To begin my actual “work-day I went to T2 to try to figure out what to do with the massive ruts that the trucks burrowed into the #5 fairway pretty much in a place where a perfect drive will probably get penalized with poor footing conditions. I didn’t want to rake it smooth because that would expose MORE sugar sand (also bad footing). All I could do was start stomping on it. After seeing what they had done to our fairway I WANTED to stomp around anyway!
There were a couple of deep troughs farther down the fairway. I started shoveling sand and throwing from about 20 feet away. Which each lift, I could hear the old wood give off miniscule cracks as another few fibers of wood splintered inside the handle. Or it could have been my back. Hard to tell these days.
The shovel survived but my rake did not fare so well. I was shoving sand around with it upside down and it snapped within a couple of strokes. Probably had it coming. I don’t trust rakes.
I had asked Becky to come by with a gator-type of 4 wheeler to move some mulch into the troughs.
A couple of spots were so mucky that even 6-9” of mulch didn’t slow my foot down as it dipped and the ooze crept up through the shavings. We may lose someone in there this weekend. Can I pick who it will be? I wonder how MANY people it could hold?
Another problem with the trucks is that somehow they had managed to also drop a butt-load (yes, in Texas, a “butt-load” is a tangible unit of measure) of cement chips that had then gotten crunched up and drivin into the grass that we’d been trying to grow for about 3 years.
And this, if you’re joining us late in this drivel-fest, occurred exactly one week before our club’s 1st large event and the Fab FL Tour’s largest single-weekend event of 2008. (If it is nearly as good as we expect, it will be one of the better FFT events. Two very different types of courses, both in very nice shape. A very strong group of organizers, and the weather is supposed to be GREAT! (OK, tomorrow, it should be great…probably in the afternoon…after it finishes raining tonight and tomorrow morning)
I found a ton more to do but forced myself to go out and throw some holes despite a few carpets that could use some work. Once home, I found the accompanying DGA pole about 5 feet from where the boxes had been.
Tomorrow: The Orlando Open.