with our eyes stinging from the cedar pollen wafting mercilessly on the winds,

we could hardly see the ball,

plus that green is uphill a good bit

4 iron, 168 yds, quartering wind from the right hurting was a frozen rope

a west texas wind-cheater

that landed short of the green,

but the little bulldog bounced left away from the trap

tractored up the steep face to the green

and obviously to me rolled toward the cup

but still

the chances seemed minimal

having a terrible round -- 

but that's the way it goes with duffers

they get their aces during bad rounds

me and my witness

the scorecard

i'll update my chart of premium holes later.