The TEE is now open….

That’s the call I want to hear. In front of our cabin there is a narrowing of the lake. A few years back I dug out a flat spot in the slope to the lake. It makes for a great place to tee up an 8 iron and let it rip. No one lives across the narrows so if you hit it correctly it will land in the brush right on opposite shore without killing anyone. The lake in the narrows is only 6 to 8 feet deep with a sand bottom.

It’s the perfect practice range. During the summer it’s easy to dive down in the lake and retrieve several dozen balls that my younger brother couldn’t get across the narrows. Yesterday, we had a warm spell and most of the snow on the lake melted, the same for my little practice area. Into the garage I headed getting out a few practice balls.

Down to the tee I went, teed one up, took a few practice swings while my reteiver dog barked her approval, she chases my miffs. I was ready for the first hit of the year. The results are always a good or bad omen for the golfing year to follow.

Easy…. Slow, very slow on the back sing and don’t kill it, I told myself. Then I pulled the trigger. Looking up slowly I tried it follow it bouncing out on the ice or parts of it were. My hands were still vibrating from a major miss hit…
Yap! I told myself “ You haven’t lost your touch!”