One Shot to the Next
By:
Nick Hamilton



The settle wind breezed against my sweat soaked back as I peered down at my small golf ball. My clunky bag rested by my side as I removed my Bushnell Range Finder from its pocket. Carefully I shot the flag blowing in the wind, the small digital number read back one hundred and thirty seven yards. Once I placed the rangefinder back into my bag I grabbed a tiny bit of grass to check the direction of the wind. My hand effortlessly released the grass next to my face and I watched the wind sweep the grass off to my left. A slight cross wind, nothing too severe but just enough to slightly affect my ball flight.
Decisively I grabbed my nine iron from my bag. The sticky rubber grip rested in my left hand as I searched for an aiming point to the left on the flag stick. My slow and methodical practice swings gave me a feel for my motions before I hit my shot. A small yellow butterfly fluttered around my ball in a circular motion. Calmly the butterfly flew off with the wind shortly before I placed my club behind my Glistening golf ball.
My feet aligned themselves to the right of the pin, expecting for the wind to push the ball over to the cup. My hands moved away from the ball as the club circled up around my shoulders. My hips fired toward the target which signalled the down swing of my arms and the club. Grass exploded as I struck the ball with a violent force. The ball took flight into the air flying in the direction right of the flag. The wind slightly pushed the ball towards the flag. As the ball moved with the wind, all I could do is watch and hope for the best. Once my ball began the descent on the green I started to realize the potential my shot had. Anxiously I waited to see my results. After what seemed to be a life time my ball smashed into the green 4 feet past the hole and spun back towards me. My ball came to rest approximately 2 feet to the left of the hole.
I placed my club back into the bag and journeyed to the small crater my shot left on the green. My bag rested on my back but I didn't feel the weight, my shoulders were high and my ego even higher. I never showed the emotions though. That would be a mistake itself. Once I reached the green I placed my bag off to the side and removed my putter. The next shot was my newest challenge of the day.