Locust Thorn Golf Club
League Weekly Updates
February 13th 2009
We need more members for league this year so give me a call and lets get started on a fun time for all. Well it's about time I got back here on the updates! Tom got into town from Arizona and helping me out on the Website. Us old Geezers can't keep up on these things. The course is available at all times, give Mel a call to see if the grass is short and the greens are puttable 989-3911 |
Well the 2008
Locust Thorn Golf League has come to a close. I think all had a great
time considering the greens were very fast. This year we will see a
change in the greens now that we have the water available to maintain
them. Wow, it's snowing out today and about 4 inches is expected. Tom being from the warm state of Arizona is out shoveling the stuff thinking it's fun. I'll just let him think that then I won't have to shovel. This fall I covered all of the greens with tarps made for greens. Woody had some that he let me have, Thanks Woody Just about a month from now the tarps will be removed and Sand and Dirt mixture will be added. Then the bent grass planting will begin hoping to get early start with our greens. Again any comments keep to yourself, haha Get with me on any suggestions. Also last year we went to regular golfballs instead of the Cayman balls. This seems to work out pretty good. NEWS FLASH, NEWS FLASH, NEWS FLASH! |
A nun is sitting with her Mother Superior chatting. "I used some horrible language this week and feel absolutely terrible about it," the nun said. "When did you use this awful language?" the Mother Superior asks. Answered the nun: "Well, I was golfing and hit this fabulous drive that looked like it was going to go 280 yards, but it struck a phone line hanging over the fairway and fell straight down to the ground only 100 yards from the tee." "Is that when you cursed?" "No, Mother Superior," says the nun. "After that, a squirrel ran out of the bushes and grabbed my ball in its mouth and began to run away." "Is that when you swore?" asks the Mother Superior. "Well, no," says the nun. "As the squirrel was running, an eagle came down out of the sky, grabbed the squirrel in his talons and began to fly away!" "Is that when you swore?" asks the amazed elder nun. "No, not yet. As the eagle carried the squirrel away in its claws, it flew near the green and the squirrel dropped my ball." "Did you swear then?" asked Mother Superior, becoming impatient. "No, because the ball fell on a big rock, bounced over the sand trap, rolled onto the green, and stopped about six inches from the hole." The two nuns were silent for a moment. Then Mother Superior sighed and said, "You missed the &!#&%#%! putt, didn't you?"