Dan Orcott had never heard of this thing called golf. But since it involved his horse, he guessed it meant riding. Well, he could ride.
He also liked the idea of the big dinner his boss said would be part of the 'sport' they'd be playing.
So when the six others gathered around his boss, he joined them. Mr. Cox handed them each a long bag with some really weird, big headed sticks in it. Dan sure was puzzled at those strange metal and wooden contraptions on the top ends sticking out of his bag.
It was also very hard not to laugh at the way Mr. Cox was dressed. He had on a pair of Eastern style slick slacks instead of his normal jeans, a bright green shirt, and that flat sloppy yellow and green hat he called a tam o shanter.
When they arrived at their destination, Mr Cox had them lead their out onto that great big grassy field. Seems they had to WALK! The horses were to carry the bagged sticks that Mr. Cox now called clubs.
When one of the boys complained, he got sent home.
Dan kept his mouth shut. He didn't get it, but it wasn't hurting him.
Once out in the field, Dan could see big sandy areas, some long grassy places, and even a lake.
Mr. Cox pointed out some holes here and there in the ground. They were told to hit the ball he gave them into those fool holes. Dan didn't say anything, but those were awful small holes.
Two guys tried ahead of him. The blond was way off. Mr. Cox told him not to hold the club too tight.
The next fellow was Dan's friend Fred. He followed that relaxed hand bit, and got it right near the hole.
Then it was Dan's own turn. He let his hands nearly go limp, then swung as much like Mr. Cox had showing the man with the tight hands as he could.
To his amazement, that little ball actually went right next to the hole! He tapped it into the hole like Mr. Cox told him to do.
They repeated that foolishness all day.
At the end of it all, Mr. Cox took them up to a large eating place right in the 'Golf Club' as Mr. Cox called the whole place.
They had a really great dinner, and even got to choose what meat they wanted. Dan decided on chicken. It was fried up real nice and crispy, just how his mom did it at home.
Afterwards, he was willing to ride his horse home. His legs ached. All that danged walking made his legs ache.
Slept like the dead that night too. Plumb worn out.