You heard me. So go see this handsome fella here. Yep, that’s Chuck Cook, and he has joined the instruction team out at UT Golf Club. I watched him give some tips to the boys there on how to use all that technology they have out there, and it was a sublime combination of technology, experience, hard work, intelligence and simplicity. I wanted to put down the Nikon and get strapped in. But I prefer to play the game instead of study the nuances of my golf swing. At least right now. The minute I make a bunch of putts and shoot 80 is when I head out Quinlan Park Road and hang on to Chuck’s pantsleg until he agrees to diagnose me.
Congratulations to everyone at UT Golf Club for finally getting in the new clubhouse. And for the rest of you, go take a look at it. Really, really nice. Some of my photos are hanging up in there somewhere. This one here of the par-3 2nd hole isn’t one of them, but looking at it brings a few things to mind in the spirit of teaching golf photography in the Hill Country.
First, mornings are a crap shoot. The light is usually perfect, but maintenance crews making tracks in the dew can ruin a sublime golf landscape. Also, remember to dress well. By “well,” I mean be prepared to experience the proverbial witch’s tit. At least in the spring and fall.
Second, don’t let anyone tell you that you need a ____ing ladder. This is just my opinion (which is the most important one on this blog), but the best golf photos are from the ground. Isn’t that where golfers are?
The 5th green, yesterday morning.