A lighthearted league round recap at Fellows Creek: topped shots, cottonwood chaos, curious wildlife, and plenty of funny women’s golf stories.
Red stakes, rogue rabbits, bunker hops, kids with fishing poles, and multiple gosling families on parade. A full-contact round.
Fellows Creek Golf Club (North Course) | June 2, 2025 Score: 62 | Putts: 20 | Penalties: 7 | Wildlife Sightings: 13 (at least)
There are rounds you remember because you played well. And then there are rounds you remember because you got tangled in the underbrush on Hole 8 and might now have poison ivy.
This was the second kind.
🕳️ Hole-by-Hole Highlights (and Hazards)
Hole 1 (7): Laid-up smart, hit it long, and found tall grass. Recovered with a decent chip and nearly holed a confident putt. Strong routine, shaky wedge distance control.
Hole 2 (6): Crushed a drive into a branch and out of bounds. Took a smarter second line, scrambled from trees, and kept cool for the two-putt finish.
Hole 3 (8): My best drive of the year (center cut, 215 yards)… followed immediately by a water ball. Also: almost hit a group of kids fishing by the pond. I did call out to them—before and after—but still. Between the perfect tee shot, the penalty, the pond, and the politely near-missed youth, this hole gave me everything but a par.
Hole 4 (8): Faded drive, safe punch-out (thanks, Dawn for keeping me smart and honest), and a topped iron across the creek. One penalty, one great downhill putt. Golf!
Hole 5 (5): Par 3. Fringe from the tee, four putts. Should’ve chipped. Should’ve cried. Didn’t.
Hole 6 (7): Sliced drive into the pond, got tense on the 3W recovery but stayed dry. Ground out the rest with a nice pitch and a clutch short putt. Also, it started snowing cottonwood fluff—visually stunning, but pure allergy warfare. Here’s why that fluff shows up every spring.
Hole 7 (6): A bunker bash and a double chip, but finished strong with an 8-footer that dropped like it owed me money.
Hole 8 (7): Smart drive, bad swing thought, pushed into the woods. Found my ball, possibly found poison ivy, and caught a leaf mid-backswing that led to a splash into a bunker. Two shots to escape. One putt to feel like I meant it.
Hole 9 (7): Great drive, misjudged layup, another creek. Pitched on, read the 25-footer beautifully—left it short—but drained the 3-footer. Small wins.
⛳ The Stats (Not the Story)
3 of 7
Fairways Hit
0
Greens in Regulation
20
Putts
0
Up and Downs
3 of 9
First Chip Successes
7
Penalties
8
Double+ Bogeys
215 Yds
Longest Drive
63
Final Score
4:2
Balls Lost:Found
🧠 Mental Game: This Round, I…
Trusted my pre-shot routine. Especially on Holes 3 and 9, where setup and tempo gave me great drives. The fade is still fading, but I was ready for it.
Let swing thoughts get too loud. (“Don’t slice it” is not the same as “swing smooth and left.”)
Took advice. Dawn’s “punch out” call on Hole 4 saved me from adding two more strokes.
Kept fighting. I never let a disaster snowball—just… stacked a few snowflakes here and there.
🦆 Round Vibes
This course was full of movement—geese herding goslings across fairways, rabbits posted up near teeboxes, and players laughing over bunker fails like we were in a sitcom. By Hole 6, the air was thick with cottonwood fluff, drifting like snow across the green. It looked magical… and absolutely wrecked my sinuses.
