With sticks in tow, I travel around more in a year than most golfers do in a decade.  (This proclamation EXCLUDES members of the PGA Tour, Champions, Nationwide, Hooters, LPGA, Duramed Futures, etc.)

I’ve long been used to dragging my casket-sized travel bag through airports, and upon arrival waiting (praying?) they show up on either the carousel, or at the oversize luggage bin.  I’ve generally had decent luck, though of course I’ve had clubs delayed, my travel cover mangled, and in the worst scenario, an entire bag (not just my 14 weapons, but 4 days worth of clothes, two pairs of golf shoes, sunglasses, etc.) never make it out of Cancun, Mexico, and never to be seen again. (more…)

I’ve been writing about golf in greater Hilton Head for more than a dozen years.  If I had a sawbuck for every time I craned my neck rightward while heading east towards the island on US 278, to see what was doing at Rose Hill Golf Club while passing by, by now I would have accumulated enough dough to pay the green fees at Harbour Town every day for a month.  But it wasn’t until just recently that I actually turned into Rose Hill itself, slipped into soft-spikes, and took the traditional four-hour tour.  It was a pleasant revelation to find this recently-reopened layout cleverly routed, fairly challenging while still user-friendly, albeit still slightly rough-around-the-edges. (more…)