There was a day I played lots of golf. 100+ rounds a year. Not being gifted with the world's best coordination, I could only manage to break into single digit handicaps at times despite how much I played and practiced. Sold golf clubs in college and that job allowed me to start guiding as I got lots of time off in the winter to run trips and worked steady selling clubs in the summer months.



My one-and-only ace on number 3 at Harbor Pointe (lived on #6 teebox for a couple of years) ... I don't get to play much anymore, but still enjoy it (most of the time ) when I do. Alaska summer golf is strange ... you can hit the ball a mile, but the greens suck, the brush alongside fairways is the biggest ball-eating-mess you've ever seen. Always give moose the right-of-way

Wish I could partake in a two-sport event, but alas, I'll be up north working away