Myrtle Beach Golf Trip
When my son Jesse was thirteen we took a golf trip to Myrtle Beach. He started golfing the year before and his game rapidly progressed. He picked up the game on his own and learned by watching the Golf Channel. Jesse began playing competitive Junior Golf and consistently broke 90. I had not golfed very many times for several years but because of my son's love of the game I started to golf again. His game was good enough that we played the best courses in Myrtle Beach.

The best memory I have from this trip was playing "The Gambler" on Arnold Palmer's King's North. We both hit our drives on the island fairway but Jesse's second shot was closer to the green than mine. Another member of our party tried to hit over the pond but fell short. Jesse was the only one to par the hole. We also played Nicklas's Long Bay course, another memorable round.

Jesse played three years on his state champion high school team. He is now preparing to play college golf. In just five years he went from playing par three courses to playing golf courses from the championship tees. I had the opportunity to play and mentor his progress during these years. I even skipped out of work to follow him during summer tournaments.

This father/son trip was a great experience and one we will always remember.

Jeff Lachman
Detroit LastMinuteGolfer Member

Jeff (father) and Jesse (son) Lachman's Myrtle Beach Golf Trip

Hole in One
My Story: From day one of my golfing career I’ve had someone looking over my shoulder. Coach Dad! I’ve been enrolled in the “Dad School of Golf” since about age 5. My dad has been there to help me with all facets of my game; he’s spent hour after hour on the range coaching my swing (even when I didn’t want him to). Nowadays he’s your average weekend warrior. In the prime of his golfing days he was a 2 handicap, and to this day I have yet to beat him. My favorite golf story is a moment that will stay with me long after he’s gone… It was the day I paid him back. This week last summer we were playing a round with some of his friends from church at the golf course I grew up on. We’d reached the par 3 6th hole, and after a dismal performance on the fifth I was last to tee off. I had pulled a wedge but after seeing my partners fall short, I thought better of it and returned with a 9 iron. As I walked up to the tee my Dad, who had not fallen short said, “That’s too much club isn’t it?” I was still flustered from the last hole so I ignored him and set up to hit. Then it happened… I produced the nice smooth swing he’s been teaching my whole life and the ball took flight. As if in slow motion the ball carried through the air never wavering from the flagstick. It hit the green and with two bounces went straight in the cup!! Like a roar from the crowds at Augusta we all went nuts! When we got to the green I walked to the cup and retrieved my ball. When I turned around my Dad had tears running down his face. When I was little I had the dreams of winning the big major tournament with him watching in the crowd, hugging him as I walk off the 18th green, sharing that ultimate moment with him. That may never happen, but I have an idea what it would feel like! That was the second hole-in-one I’ve made, but I seldom think of the first one. I had the ball and scorecard mounted on a nice plaque which now hangs in my dad’s office it was his gift this year for Father’s Day.

The photo is of me, hitting a 3-wood 250 yards thanks to Dad's pre-shot advice. Dad took the picture.

Blake Reynolds, Jacksonville LastMinuteGolfer Member