A few wise apples have made comments about that photo of me holding a sport shooting gun at Fox Harb’r in Wallace, N.S., most saying they were glad they were in other provinces when I had a firearm in my hands.
A couple of days after that blog appeared on Tuesday, I’m a bit tardy in posting a follow-up, only because of the whirlwind schedule that took me down there from Hamilton on Monday before returning Tuesday evening.
Whirlwind is the appropriate term that describes more than a busy schedule at Fox Harb’r. That word also nicely describes the weather conditions that were obvious even as I was waking up for a round of golf Tuesday morning.
The howling of the wind from Hurricane Igor, which was passing out in the Atlantic, was my alarm clock and even though Igor didn’t batter us as it did Newfoundland that day, it was clear that golf was going to be more of a survival test than a leisurely round.
Before we got going, things warmed up considerably for me when I ran into Kim Adams, who I hadn’t seen in a number of years. The native of Tide Head, N.B., has settled in as an assistant professional at Fox Harb’r after a solid competitive career that I think could have eventually put her on the LPGA Tour.
The 2003 Canadian PGA Women’s champ played on the Futures Tour from 2003 to 2006 and won the 2004 Lakeland Futures Golf Classic. She is also a two-time participant in the U.S. Women’s Open, among other accomplishments, but seems content in her new role at Fox Harb’r.
One of the great parts of circulating in the Canadian golf industry is when you’re a long way from home and still run into good people you know. As I was beckoned from my conversation with Kim to the first tee, I was about to spend 18 holes with another good guy, director of golf Elliott Isenor, who I met the previous evening.
As I put the peg in the ground, I was forced to brace myself against the wind and grab for my cap. The swing was compact and quick, but at least stayed in the fairway. That set the tone for the entire round, one that ended with a highlight reel shot from Elliott and I shortchanged him on a remarkable accomplishment.
Of course, any par four should be a par six at my level, but Elliott cleared the water on 18 and had 140 yards to the pin, which he slam dunked for what I thought was an eagle. Our knuckles rammed together in celebration before I cleaned up the work that I had left on that hole.
Afterwards, I was talking up Elliott’s spectacular shot in the bar when I was informed that I made a faux pas. I had failed to check the scorecard, which clearly stated that the 18th hole was actually a par five and not a par four. Isenor hadn’t carded an eagle – it was a rare albatross that I’d witnessed.
As cool as that double eagle was for Elliott, it also became an albatross for me in the sense that I was burdened with rapid fire jokes for failing to check the scorecard and, to be honest, I deserved them.
Elliott was more gracious about it than the others, saying that he originally thought he had a third shot on that hole. Personally, I think he was just trying to let me off the hook, but the other scavengers in my party kept picking at it.
So congratulations Elliott on a job well done and I’ve since learned that the double eagle I witnessed was his second on that hole.
After dinner, we took a two-minute shuttle out to the resort landing strip to board our Jetport plane back to Hamilton. As we boarded, I couldn’t help thinking what a great idea someone came up with to have a long-drive contest on that strip – nothing like a 500-yard drive to boost the ego.
We’ll have a more formal travel story on Fox Harb’r in the next couple of weeks.