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I frequent a couple of ranges at the Tucson Muni courses. Silverbell during my lunch hour, or Randolph North in the evening. Of course, being munis, they get every kind of golfer and non-golfer in the world.
Last time I went, I had an entire family to my left. Being left handed, I was facing them when I set up. It was a comedy episode fit for the Keystone Kops. Mom and Dad were both 300 pounders and all the kids were working their way into it. None of them could hit the ball, but that didn't stop Dad from giving everyone instructions at the top of his lungs. I spent half my time ducking toed shots. Fortunately, none of them hit me, but the ground in front of my station was littered with their wounded ducks. The other typical is the college aged kid who thinks if he just swings harder, he will get better. You would think after watching my smooth old man swing send the ball out there twice as far as their mighty swipe that they might get the idea. They never do, they just tee up another one and jump of the ground trying to kill it. I had one not long ago who made such huge divots that he sprayed me a few times before my cold stare made him move. Tell us your crazy range story..... |
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This is not weird, if you take into account the state of the economy. The range I frequent has a young man who picks up the empty baskets, and drives the range buggy to pick up balls, and refill the ball dispenser. His other job is to be available to pick up all the unused balls that someone might leave, when they have to go to first tee. They started doing this a couple of weeks ago. I left a 1/2 basket of balls to go sit in the shade for few minutes. Even though I left my bag at the station, the young man decided the unattended balls needed to go back into the dispenser. Of course once he found out I was not done he put them back.
On another thread I posted about the guy all decked out in expensive golf attire, big logo'd staff bag, hat and head covers who was too good to use the stations that were set up, because he was a scratch player who did not have to use "used" turf. I have seen arguments break out over petty things. Foreigners who in their own language seem to need to talk extra loud to their buddies. I have seen those kids who wear their pants down around their thighs who try to swing a club while trying to keep their pants up. I remember the overly endowed young lady who gave us a show while swinging her driver. I have seen pigeons explode in a ball of feathers when hit with a golf ball. We all had to stop hitting balls one time as an old girl dog and her pups tried to figure out how to get off the range. Big snakes crawling by the station area. I have been on the range when the sprinklers came on. And of course I have seen just about every type of golfer from the very beginner to the seasoned scratch golfer. |
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The weirdest thing I've ever seen at a driving range involved a teen who was being coached by his dad. Dad told him to use the longest rubber tee he could - "tee it high and let it fly!". Well, the ball flew all right - straight up into the flourescent light tubes overhead in the teen's stall. Glass shards all over the place. What a mess.
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This was a recent thing, I was at a two sided range and there was only one guy at the other side hitting balls towards us.. I guess he was too good to hit with the rest of us.. Anyway, he was a long hitter and after a couple of minutes his golf balls started landing within 6-10 feet of where we were.. The folks on my end decided try and reach him at the other side, which ofcourse they couldn't do and the entire time i'm thinking.. idiots.. just wait till one of these balls actually hits someone...
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I'm glad these people stay on the driving range and don't venture out to a golf course. My sore back keeps me from practicing much, but when I do, if I'm near someone "strange," I pick up my bucket and clubs and move as far away from them as possible.
I get a kick out of parents teaching their 4 or 5 year old how to hit a ball, and getting frustrated when he/she can't quite do it yet! ![]() |
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......if he just swings harder, he will get better. You would think after watching my smooth old man swing send the ball out there twice as far as their mighty swipe that they might get the idea...... ![]() JK IMO the worst was Del Urich's driving range. Really no crazy stories to tell other than to just say I HATE getting hit with divot debris. Scratch golfer or not, it ain't cool EVER IMO! If you are gonna spray debris out like a freakin' mine then go stand on the end by your lonesome........ |
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When I first joined here - I thought you were a 14 year old boy until you mentioned your wife. I was very confused. Now I realize you are just a 14 year old boy at heart. It's a Las Vegas (Sin City) thing, and what happens in Sin City, stays in Sin City. Your imagination will work better for you than any thing else I could mention. |
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One rainy day when we really wanted to swing, we went to a public range with covered stalls. This is a pretty nasty range--we were pretty much hitting balls into a swamp because of the rain. Then the thunder and lightening started, and a bolt of lightening hit some electrical box at the side and knocked out all the power.
It was still early evening, and most of the patrons didn't miss a beat--they just kept swinging. I decided it was cocktail hour, so we hightailed it out of there. |
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