The Triple Challenge
The idea had been tossed around like so many ideas that never come to fruition. Like, beef jerky on a pizza, or MCDavis seeking help for his animal obsession. Some good ideas just never see the light of day. Most are thought up with the help of beer or stupidity, or both. And some are well thought up works of art that must be done.
Well, the symphony of Bames and I taking on North Dakota’s “Triple Challenge” has come to fruition. The Triple consists of three of ND’s premier golf courses coming together to offer a smoking price if you play all three courses within the same calendar year.
Same year? What about in 3 days? That’s a challenge.
And I have pictures and stories to prove it.
The story begins with a Canadian driving 6 hours south to Bismarck, ND, a great little city banking on the Missouri River. The drive is easy and mostly relaxing. The monotony is broken up with beautiful lakes, endless cropland supplying North America with its bread and butter (literally), mining operations on both sides of the border and loads and loads of pheasants running across the road. (Someone should shoot a few of those, by the way.)
Saturday morning sluggishly turns into afternoon when I arrive. Bames greets me with his familiar handshake and helps me unload my gear. We chat inside for a bit, but we’re both chomping at the bit. I surprise him with a gift I had made up for the trip for him and me to commemorate a great and epic gathering. I hope he enjoys it as much as I did creating it.
(Fairways is Bame's indoor golf facility in Bismarck. The bugger so wanted to hit balls in the winter, he went out and built his own joint. How sweet is that?)
But for now, it’s pretty obvious, the pleasantries are over. This is Canada vs. the USA – and we need a warm up match.
The track chosen for warm up is Prairies West in Mandan, ND – just over the river from Bismarck. It’s a muni, but plays fantastic from any tee box. A great place to stretch out the back, swear at a few putts and enjoy yourself.
Saturday: Prairie West Golf Course in Mandan, ND
Par: 72
Slope: 127
Rating: 71.6
Yardage: 6,681 yards
Weather: Hot! I believe the temps were pushing 97* the day we played. Not a ton of wind either.
Bames started the day inconsistently, but startled the gallery by sinking a 35 yard chip shot on the fly at the second hole. Shortly after the can, he proclaimed himself the “greatest chipper ever.” (I just checked Wikipedia, he’s full of crap unless he's talking about being a lumberjack.)
I spent the day working on my ball striking, which was OK, but my putter bailed me out all day. I tallied a 71 (-1) for the day (which included a lost ball that I donated to North Dakota Wildlife and Fisheries and will be deducting from my income tax), with Bames bringing up the rear with some shoddy putting and sand work.
(I have no pics of this round, as it was only a warm up. And, I had forgotten my camera back in my duffle bag. My bad!)
Needless to say, we were both relatively happy with the course, our games going into the week at hand and with each others company. (Well, at least I was. )
The idea had been tossed around like so many ideas that never come to fruition. Like, beef jerky on a pizza, or MCDavis seeking help for his animal obsession. Some good ideas just never see the light of day. Most are thought up with the help of beer or stupidity, or both. And some are well thought up works of art that must be done.
Well, the symphony of Bames and I taking on North Dakota’s “Triple Challenge” has come to fruition. The Triple consists of three of ND’s premier golf courses coming together to offer a smoking price if you play all three courses within the same calendar year.
Same year? What about in 3 days? That’s a challenge.
And I have pictures and stories to prove it.
The story begins with a Canadian driving 6 hours south to Bismarck, ND, a great little city banking on the Missouri River. The drive is easy and mostly relaxing. The monotony is broken up with beautiful lakes, endless cropland supplying North America with its bread and butter (literally), mining operations on both sides of the border and loads and loads of pheasants running across the road. (Someone should shoot a few of those, by the way.)
Saturday morning sluggishly turns into afternoon when I arrive. Bames greets me with his familiar handshake and helps me unload my gear. We chat inside for a bit, but we’re both chomping at the bit. I surprise him with a gift I had made up for the trip for him and me to commemorate a great and epic gathering. I hope he enjoys it as much as I did creating it.
(Fairways is Bame's indoor golf facility in Bismarck. The bugger so wanted to hit balls in the winter, he went out and built his own joint. How sweet is that?)
But for now, it’s pretty obvious, the pleasantries are over. This is Canada vs. the USA – and we need a warm up match.
The track chosen for warm up is Prairies West in Mandan, ND – just over the river from Bismarck. It’s a muni, but plays fantastic from any tee box. A great place to stretch out the back, swear at a few putts and enjoy yourself.
Saturday: Prairie West Golf Course in Mandan, ND
Par: 72
Slope: 127
Rating: 71.6
Yardage: 6,681 yards
Weather: Hot! I believe the temps were pushing 97* the day we played. Not a ton of wind either.
Bames started the day inconsistently, but startled the gallery by sinking a 35 yard chip shot on the fly at the second hole. Shortly after the can, he proclaimed himself the “greatest chipper ever.” (I just checked Wikipedia, he’s full of crap unless he's talking about being a lumberjack.)
I spent the day working on my ball striking, which was OK, but my putter bailed me out all day. I tallied a 71 (-1) for the day (which included a lost ball that I donated to North Dakota Wildlife and Fisheries and will be deducting from my income tax), with Bames bringing up the rear with some shoddy putting and sand work.
(I have no pics of this round, as it was only a warm up. And, I had forgotten my camera back in my duffle bag. My bad!)
Needless to say, we were both relatively happy with the course, our games going into the week at hand and with each others company. (Well, at least I was. )