from this week in 2005 (I was
60)
Wild
Wing Plantation, The Falcon course
The front nine is okay, some
repetitive, back and forth holes in seemingly typical Rees Jones style.
Fairway bunkers in series on either side and sometimes in progression from one
side of the fairway to the other. One trap leads to another if you’re not
out cleanly. The course was in very good shape considering last night's
warm rain that dissipated during our first three holes. My game also had
a dreary start.
Don Brown’s witty chatter in an Irish brogue (as real as magic) and the
diminished showers, brightened my demeanor and put me into the game.
Clouds parted to blue skies after the third hole. The back nine had
interesting mounding that created a stadium effect on a number of holes.
The course also moved through some scenic wooded areas of pine in a nice
atmosphere of seclusion.
We rode up to the 18th tee box to see four large birds perched near
the markers. At first I thought they were statue replicas; the four
courses here are named for birds. But, here there was a falcon (or large
hawk) and three turkey vultures. Soon we realized the hawk had a squirrel
pinned to the ground. The vultures were looking for an opportunity.
They held still until we stepped from the carts. Then the hawk flew off
with the squirrel dangling from its talons. It evaded the vultures
maneuvering through the pines far off into the distance. This round of
golf instantly moved into the realm of the memorable.
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