Hunter LOVES golf.
Almost everyday, especially when the sun shines, he's outside working on the swing, the putt, the chip.
He mows greens, rakes leaves, and sticks in sticks to hit.
The grass is full of divots.
Not too large, just noticeable enough to wonder what's wrong.
And he's getting better.
And more confident.
So when Grampy pulled into town, of course going golfing was discussed.
Hunter hid clubs, stacked his bag, and denied all wrong doing.
Grampy, without golf clothes or shoes, or clubs, in cold, rainy weather, went.
Both were determined to win but, in the end the golf course prevailed...
and both came home having won.