Well folks, here I am back again with another story to tell, this time a really true story, and one that I can attest to...yes, I was there, way back in 2004, playing in The Vets State Championship at North West Bay, down past Hobart. When I arrived there and gazed upon the Course I had doubts that I could traverse it, on the side of a hill it is. Anyway, I put the hilly issue behind me and with the confidence of my mate Les Fisher, who accompanied me down there, (he also played) I was able to overcome the difficulty and come out a winner, my best lifetime performance. To come out in front of Scotsman Duncan Grant was a feather in my cap yes indeed.
Sure hope you enjoy the read. Dazza.
The Day I Conquered North
West Bay
The years have
passed by slowly ever since that great day
When Les Fisher
accompanied me down south...down to North West Bay
We left in the
early hours...long before the sunlight pierced the dark
The highway
swathed in fog, long before we reached... Hobart
The City was
eerie as we manoeuvred through vacant streets under light
We missed the
Casino down on the river as further south we had in sight
Down past
Kingston town we plied... most others going the other way
It was not long
before we pulled off the highway into... North West Bay.
The parking lot
was quiet, but one or two were warming up inside
Fish and I made
a high point and o’er the course we cast our eye
I gazed across
the fairways there sitting on an angle of forty five...
I was not so sure
this was the place for me, how was I to survive?
Many players soon
arrived and a quorum was more than plenty
Risty from
Launnie was in the field along with lots of Lay, and the Gentry
And of course,
the one bloke we most feared was down on the practice green
Yes, Duncan Grant
the Scottish icon was favoured to be supreme.
So, after nine
holes the Championship was standing as was inferred
The Scotsman was
well in front whilst I was nicely placed back there in third
Twas thought that
four shots behind was far too difficult to recover
I even think
Duncan was satisfied he’d be showing the Cup to his mother
With Duncan in
the group behind, I birdied the tenth, my forty footer never missed
Yes, the tenth I
remember as the turning point, it gave me the courage to resist
I turned back
towards the tenth tee and waved towards Duncan with defiance
Could I continue
to master this game of golf, and win the Championship...perchance
The Course was in
pretty good condition, and the greens through the back nine began to
submit
I had another
birdie and a few pars along the way, and at the last I made ready for the final
hit
The fairway was
uphill, then left around the lake, down a gradient, and there elevated... awaits
the green
Well... Fish told me if I wanted to win, take on the lake, make it the best shot that's ever
been
Across the lake,
the green it looked half a mile away, I had to wait for a group to decamp
Sizing up my
second shot to this par five, do I have what it takes to become the
Champ?
The three wood
was my club of choice ... and after 45 years of practice I swung away
Now my name is
etched into the Joe French Cup ...for this was the day...
I conquered North
West Bay.
Darrell B Parker
Weaver of Words
and Emotions.
16/6/20
2 comments:
very good and well done
I appreciate your thoughts, thankyou, I sure hope you in enjoyed all my blogs. cheers Bush Poet
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