Taking a morning walk on the beach at HIlton Head (one of the many benefits of covering the RBC Heritage), I saw the usual sights:
Kids digging in the sand, adults reading and an old man (not me) taking a stroll wearing shorts and gray socks pulled up to his knees.
And there was a man with his putter and three golf balls, stroking putts back and forth on the hard-packed sand. The beach was quick, maybe 13 on the Stimpmeter and, not surprisingly, everything breaks toward the water.
The guy looked at peace, or at least as much at peace as a guy putting can appear. Funny how easy putting looks when there's no hole to worry about.
I might try it tomorrow morning.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Beach putting, it's hard to miss
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