Thursday, August 25, 2011

What A Job

While the oldest girl was here she held two jobs over the summer. One at the local Pizza Inn and the other at nice little Golf Ranch near town. Before she left she was able to get the middle girl (16) on at the pizza place and youngest (15) on at the Golf Ranch.
Three nights a week we take the youngest girl to the golf ranch for a couple of hours to do whatever needs to be done. Being that she is young and this is her first job, I wanted to pay close attention to making sure she does this right. I had no idea how much fun this job was until I started going with her. If I would have known, I would have gone up there with the oldest.

The owner is gone during the week and leaves all operations to her.
The first thing we do is water and feed the guard dogs and then clean the office. Next we walk around and move the sprinklers and pick up several buckets of golf balls. After washing the balls and filling the buckets we clean and straighten around the range and complex area. When all the duties are done, it is time to hit some balls.
I play with a set of Big Bertha's' and have for years. It is only fitting being that is what they called me when I played football in High school. I have not had the opportunity to get to the course much over the last couple of years due to my work schedule so my game is in total despair right now. 

If I could have had this job when I was a kid, my game would have been a lot better than it is now. In just two weeks of practice I have seen my numbers drop. Hopefully by the end of summer I will back to par again or maybe even better.

Hu, Redneck talking Golf, who would have thunk it?   


  1. Might be fun to take a shotgun, hit the ball, drop club, pick up shotgun and smack that ball with a load of number sixes before it hits the ground. Now, that's a game I'd play.

  2. That sounds like a good job. I played golf on Okinawa because there wasn't a lot else to do, but my clubs have been sitting in the barn untouched for years. I presume "Big Bertha" as a nickname refers to the monstrous Krupp cannon the Germans used to shell Paris in WW1. If so, that's quite a compliment.

  3. Thank y'all for the comments.

    HH - It does me too.

    Stephen - That usually happens on the back nine. It is some of the funnest times out there with a bunch of redneck hillbillies playing golf. Even more so if there is a beer cart.

    ATH - Well I did not know about all that. There was this big lady I knew years ago who lived down the road and her name was Bertha. We all called her "Big Birtha". She could stop a freight train just by looking at it. When I played football, after a good play someone yelled out that Big Birtha could not have stopped them any better. It stuck and they made me a t-shirt. "Big Birtha The Whopper Stopper"
    I think I like yours better though.