Most know Craig, Robert, Art and Rick completed the goal of walking and carrying their bags for 72 holes in one long somewhat painful day. Here are some pictorial accounts of the day at Royal Oaks CC. The day started early (6:20) and we were as fresh as the morning dew. At the finish, we felt more like doo-doo.
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Who's bright idea was this?
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Another wary warrior.
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The Four Stooges ready for battle.
Robert taking it out on the ball.
Not enough holes completed. Too many left.
Art with the claw grip and belly putter!
Robert either hitting a bunker shot or a drive down the first base line.
Nothing good can come from this lie.
We are obviously attracted to sand.
So really, who thought 72 holes was a brilliant idea? Hint; he's wearing purple.
Robert either hitting a shot or casting a line into the pond.
Still upright.
Robert hitting a good one...we think.
Craig needing some extra support.
Rick probably hitting a skanker...
More sand...
I remember sweat dripping into my eyes about this time. Very hot.
Craig looking apprehensive. Mike the Medic checking...what? Rick giving his response to it all.
Craig about to lose his load...
Rick somehow loses his right leg during the round...
Craig's interesting fashion statement...talk about unraveling.
Craig giving it a mighty swipe.
Think the left side was starting to break down...
Craig's feeling the affects...as we all were. He never plays golf without a lid.
Robert powering a drive. Craig's in awe.
They don't teach this putting posture at golf schools...
Robert conveniently forgetting his bag.
Big bopper Art driving a par-4?
Oh, maybe a 183-yard eight iron perhaps by Mr. Long Driver?
A delirious Robert attempting to locate the next hole?
Two beaten camels; only 48-holes or so to go... Big thanks to Jeff Miller and Chuck Walker for providing the photos.
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