Stories From The Links: Myrtle Beach’s Best Golf Memories

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Myrtle Beach is America’s favorite golf destination, unfortunately during the COVID-19 Pandemic, most of America was stuck at home and not able to enjoy the lush green fairways, championship layouts, and amazing weather here on the Grand Strand. 

Since you couldn’t be here physically, we asked golfers to share their favorite memories from the links.  The contest is now over, but these are the amazing stories the game of golf can create.  Have a story you’d like to share? You can still share your favorite story right here. 

[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”59407″ img_size=”full” onclick=”custom_link” link=””][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_zigzag][vc_empty_space height=”20px”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Paul’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]One I my first years playing in the World AM my cart mate carded a 23 on the 4th hold we played (we were 15 handicaps). Instead of giving up, he put it behind him and ended the day with an even 100! The next 3 days he stayed focused and ended up in 2nd place!

Congratulations Paul, winner of the Play At Home Gift Pack![/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”John’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]My wife and I were golfing with my brother and on a par 3 he hit a low line drive right at the front bunker. He and I thought it went in the bunker and my wife said no it went off the back of the 2 tiered green. When it wasn’t buried in the bunker we looked off the back and couldn’t find it. My wife walked up and looked in the cup and said here it is. Hole in One and none of us saw it.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Michael’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]I have been coming to MB for the last 20 years with a group we named Double Bogey Blues. About 10 years ago on our trip, we were getting ready to tee off on a hole and my friend went to turn up and finish a bag of chips and when he poured the bag of chips, (crumbs) into his mouth, he started chewing the crumbs and all of a sudden he spit the chips out as he had chipped a tooth while chewing. Chips went everywhere on the ground and he noticed his tooth was among the chips on the ground. About the time he went to pick up his tooth, one of the giant ground Squirrels that you have in MB ran by him and picked up his tooth. The Squirrel ran off a few feet away and stood up on his back legs and started eating my friends tooth. My friend took off after him thinking he could save his tooth. The Squirrel ran up a tree and sat on a limb and just looked at him like he was a fool. Of course he never got the tooth and thanks to our group, we had 2 dentist with us that took care of my friend. Our foursome did not hit another shot for about 10 minutes due to laughing so hard at what we just witnessed. I literally laid on the ground for 10 minutes laughing. We finally gathered ourselves and finished the round but that is one day I will never forget. This is a true story, I cannot make something like this up. [/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Cindy’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]My husband and I were playing Kings North on my 50th birthday and my handicap at the time was a 16. Everything about the day was perfect and I was parring more holes than ever in my life, but I refused to let my husband tell me what my score was. On the 18th hole which has about 50 bunkers, I hit my drive into a fairway bunker and by some miracle hit it from there to just short of the green, chipped it close and made par for a round of 75!!! Never before that and never since then have I been in the 70s for a score … what a great birthday that I will never forget. Kings North is still my favorite course in Myrtle Beach![/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Chris’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]”My husband was the golfer. I hated the game because he would be gone for hours while I watched our two little children. He’d come home drunk as a skunk, smelling of cigarette smoke and ticketed out (good for nothing). He always went to MB with about 20 guys once a year. I was of course working full time and watching the kids.
Well….fast forward 37 years. We retired and he insisted I get myself a good set of golf clubs and learn to play. I joined the 9 hole ladies for a year. Then I joined our 18 hole group. We took my first golf trip together to MB with three other couples. Well guess what! I had my first hole in one at River Club, something my husband had never done in the 40+ years he had been golfing. That was in November 2018. And to add insult to injury, I have since had 7 more! I love the fame, I live being outdoors, and I love meeting new people at different courses. It is a wonderful sport to play with your spouse. My husband did finally get his first hole in one and has since added three more. We are horrible golfers but lucky! I was even written up in a local Virginia newspaper and crowned the Queen of Aces for the central Virginia area. My favorite course in MB is Caledonia.”[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Micheal’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]Some years ago my wife and I did a golf holiday to Florence, SC with stops in Myrtle Beach. My wife always tried to outdrive our friend who I will call Ruth. She was doing pretty well until Ruth blasted her drive and at the exact time of the hit, she passed wind. My wife didn’t miss a beat. She said, “Oh yeah, not fair using your afterburner.”[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Charles’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]Two years ago while playing one of our local courses here in NJ I took our my pitching wedge to hit over a small lake onto the 3rd green on a hill. The ball went behind the hole but it had a bit of a spin on it. The guys with me were overly excited as my ball made its way toward the hole. Everyone was yelling. The ball headed directly at the hole, but stopped about two inches from the hole. When we got up to the green my ball was resting on a cigarette butt that was directly in front of the hole. My only shot for a hole in one was not meant to be. Haven’t played that course since.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Alice’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]My husband who used to be a wine salesman won a trip to Pebble Beach for he and I to play a round of golf in what is called “Cabernet Day” because it is a company outing of the top sellers of Estancia Cabernet Sauvignon. This “tournament” is held every year the week before the AT&T Pro Am so all of the stands and camera towers are all set up. As we’re strolling down the 18th fairway, we noticed that the stands were full of people from Asia somewhere. Of course, no matter how badly we played, the gallery politely clapped as we doffed our caps and waved as we approached the green. For the life of me, I cannot figure why anyone would want to watch a bunch of duffers and wine geeks hack their way though a round of golf an a very demanding course. Best as I can tell, the Asian tourists must have been sold a trip to see a tournament at Pebble Beach with no mention of exactly what kind of tournament they would be watching. I actually played the hole well and carded a double bogy 7. The next week as we watched the actual AT&T Pebble Beach on TV we saw one of the pros card a quad bogy 9. I elbowed my husband and said “see, that 7 is better than what some pros shoot on that hole”.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Ian’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]One of the years coming to Myrtle Beach for the World Am, I was playing at Tigers Eye and hit a ball into the woods. While looking for my ball I came upon a logo golf ball from a course in Hawaii called Ko’Olina (where they play the Lotte LPGA event). This does not seem remarkable but for the fact that I play Ko’Olina on a regular basis as I live in Hawaii. One would not expect to find a logo golf ball from a course they play that is 6000 miles away. This took place somewhere like 2003 or so but to this day I can still tell the story and people are amazed. What are the odds that someone from an island in the middle of the Pacific would find a golf ball from a Hawaiian course deep in the woods on a course along the coast of the Atlantic?[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Peter’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]Sharing golf with my son during his journey of learning the game was topped by the day my grandson joined us three years ago. Whatever I achieve in this grand game will never surpass walking down the fairway with my family.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Patrick’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]Two years ago when I turned 70 years old my son gave me an envelope for my birthday. The content of the envelope was a letter stating that I was going to Pebble Beach for a 3 day 2 night golf package. I was in shock, because Pebble Beach was my number one golf course on my bucket list. My son and I were going to play both Pebble and Spy Glass. Pebble Beach was beautiful and we were playing pretty good. I told my son that I wanted to at least hit my tee shot on the green at #7 hole. I not only hit the green, but I missed a hole in one by 2 feet. I birdied the hole and I will never forget the memories that my son gave me on my 70th birthday.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”John’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]27th hole of the day, Lakes course 3 of us on the green one man 40yds off the green in the fairway. Has a chip over a bunker to a back pin. Poor man, I’ll call him Chuck because that’s his name, has not been having stellar round by any definition. The entire rest of our group is greenside waiting to settle bets. The guy sting closest to the hole, let’s call this guy Zeke, says hey Chuck, steak dinner if you drop this chip. Chuck steps up flips a shift little pitch over the bunker, rolls up pretty as you please and drops in for a bird, a skin, and a steak dinner. Zeke has never made that bet again.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Mark’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]”For 6 years I was fortunate enough to take our Golf team to Myrtle Beach. Playing in the Palmetto High School Tournament was always the high point of our year. Coming from Niagara-on-the-Lake Ontario, Canada we always enjoyed the great weather! Perfectly manicured golf courses and that wonderful Southern hospitality. Winning a playoff to take home some hardware was the most amazing things I have ever been apart of.
(Ironically, this year, 8 of us had booked our first trip back ….for just the old boys! We should be golfing tomorrow morning!! Thanks to Covid-19. We are stuck in the great white north!)”[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Kevin’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]My favorite uncle had just passed away unexpectedly from a heart attack. He was a big golfer and an even bigger practical joker. After his funeral, I asked my wife if she go golfing with me as I just felt like I had to be on the course to honor my uncle. It was a beautiful day and we both played well, but it started to get weird on the back. After starting -1 on the first 5 holes on the back, I proceeded to leave putts on the next 3 holes on the lip of the cup, dropping me to 1 over and I started to joke that only my uncle could make these shots keep stopping on the lip of the cup. As we got to 18, I needed to make a long birdie putt to shoot even par in the back and again I left the putt on the lip of the cup. Both my wife and I looked up and and joked with my uncle for picking on me and just as we did (about 6 seconds), the ball fell in the hole. My uncle was looking down on us and saying hi, I just know it![/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Ron’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]Oct 2019 marked the 50th consecutive golf vacation for me and three friends- * Google “Bingeman, 50years” On year 1 – back in 1970 – there were only ten courses on the Strand. There is no other place on earth where we could have had the experience of seeing those ten courses become 115 ( now 95 +/-) and have had access to all 115 courses. I have a logo ball from each course. Individually we played 10,500 holes during those 50 years.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Jon’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]”Don and I signed up to play at our local course 3 years ago. The lady from the clubhouse asked if we would mind playing with an older man. He was 94 years old and the course didn’t like for him to play alone. We went to the first tee and he could hardly tee up on account of shaking so badly. He finally got it teed up and promptly went 200 yards down the middle. He proceeded to beat us badly, shooting barely over par.
The next year we were at the same course and saw the old man’s picture on a post in the shop. Our first thought was that maybe he had passed away. Upon closer investigation, he had made a hole in one and had his picture put up for display. Old people are amazing.”[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Tom’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]”I’ve been traveling to Myrtle Beach on golf vacations since 1997. Once my trips became regular and longer in duration, I fell into playing in a Saturday group with my high school head football coach and his other friends. On April 7, 2012 we played Pine Lakes Country Club, the Old Grand Dad.

We started on the back nine and had three groups. It was still a bit chilly, I was a bit stiff, and so I scrambled to a bogey on the first hole. My foursome was the last in our group, so the first two of our foursomes were gathered between the green of #11 and the #12 tee box watching us tee off. My wisdom, nerves, and stiffness led me to pull a scrappy ball out of my bag. I had no confidence hitting over the water on the 145 yard par 3, and so the ball I had once found in the woods (with someone else’s mark on it) seemed appropriate.

I’d love to say that I envisioned, planned, or trained for what happened next. But the truth is, I mumbled a prayer not to embarrass myself and just clear the water. I did. The ball struck the far right of the green and slowly and beautifully tracked to the cup in the morning dew. Everyone in our group watched it drop for a hole in one!

It was then that my head coach bear hugged me, welcomed me to the hole in one club, and then smacked me with reality.

Looking at the entire group, he said, “”This is going to get expensive!””

I didn’t care. I spent the rest of the round buying everyone drinks and protecting that scrappy Noodle! Well, I bought for everyone but one…Sheldon.

Every time the drink cart came around, he politely passed. I urged him each time, knowing my duty and swelling with excitement. But he was consistent in his polite refusals.

With the round over, we entered the clubhouse. I gathered everyone to the bar for another round. By then I knew everyone’s drink order. After telling the bartender that was all, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Sheldon.

He said, “”What about me?””

“”I’m so sorry. You never got one on the course, so I figured you didn’t want one or weren’t drinking,”” I replied.

“”Well, Tommy, they don’t have top shelf liquor on those carts!””

Weeks later the course sent me a plaque that now proudly hangs next to the scorecard and that ragged Noodle.

Great friends, great course, great day!”[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Shane’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]”Was on vacation at Disney World back in 2012 to celebrate my high school graduation. We would always eat all of our meals on property because it’s easier. Aunt and I ended up going driving to Lake Nona to go to Graeme McDowell’s restaurant Nona Blue (about half an hour drive when I lived in that area). I wanted to go because he owned it.

Waitress asked if I wanted to meet him. He was there having a pre-US Open dinner with some of his friends. I said yes. Got to meet him and chatted with him for a few mins. Incredibly nice guy but unfortunately I wasn’t able to get a picture. Definitely a great memory!”[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Brian’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]”Got paired with a couple of guys from North Dakota while golfing at Johnson’s Ranch G.C. (Santan AZ).
On a 135 yard par 3 one of these guys hit his tee shot about 25 yards. After all three of us had hit, the guy that flubbed his shot said he wanted to rehit. He did and he hit a beauty-one hop in front of the green and it rolled in.
Being a bit of a smart ass I said “Good news and bad news. Good news is that it went in, bad news is that it’s a par”. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry (although I noticed he was quite despondent the rest of the round). His partner told me that he was obsessed with getting the coveted and elusive hole-in-one. I often wondered if he told people that he indeed had an Ace which would be like me saying I was at Woodstock (because I saw the movie!!!).”[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Joseph’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]I was in Cozumel, Mexico and decided to go golfing one day. I was on a par 4 and hit my tee shot into the sand trap about 90 yards from the green. I entered the bunker and was getting ready to hit but a leaf kept blowing near my ball. Without even looking at it, I would extend my sandwedge out to move it away and then continue to prepare for my next shot. This happened twice when I finally turned my attention to this “leaf” and found it to be some kind of tarantula standing on its back legs in a threatening manner. I’ve never cared for arachnids, especially large ones, and very quickly hit the ball just to get away from the thing. I ran from the bunker and turned my eyes to my ball, still in the air, and watched it hit the green and two-hop right into the cup. Best and most terrifying shot I’ve ever had.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Bobby’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]I have only been playing a few years. I was at the local golf course on a short Par 3 only about 100 yards. I was fortunate enough to hit the best shot of my life and it bounced one time and went straight in the hole for a hole-in-one! No one was around to witness the shot except my now ex wife, but I’m sure Everyone on the course knew something exciting just happened from my excitement.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Howie’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]Last May my high school buddies where on our annual Myrtle Beach trip. We played Wed., Thur., Friday I shot a 70 that day then the next morning had a massive heart attack but I survived. Looking so forward to returning to Myrtle for our favorite time as soon as our country will allow us. [/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Arabela’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]My boyfriend is an avid golfer. Probably the only thing he thinks about all day. Last year I decided to learn golf and take him on a surprise trip to his favourite golf course for his birthday. Lo and behold, I fell in love with golf and haven’t looked back since! We wanted to come to Myrtle beach this April, but life (covid) got in the way. We’re hoping to come once this goes away! Until then, my boyfriend and I can only dream of a sunny day ahead with an iron in our hands. I think it would make him (and me) incredibly happy to have some fun with this prize until our dream day comes. :)[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Bennett’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]In 2011 I decided to join my father and his friends on their annual MB Golf outing. Probably among the best life decisions I ever made. Not because I am that good at golf, or that our group is anything special. But rather because I met some great guys and (especially) spent some quality time with my father. You never know for sure how much time you might have with someone; and unfortunately my father passed away in 2018. I will always have the cherished memories of playing golf in MB with my dad. I continue to attend the annual MB Golf outing with that same group and look forward to a time not too far in the future where I can once again visit MB and chase the little white ball around the course.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”David’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]My wife and I have been vacationing in Myrtle Beach every year (3 times per year) for the past 18 years. I’m 74 years old and have been golfing for 55 years. While vacationing in Myrtle Beach in February of 2011 I had my first and only hole in one. The ace was scored on the 17th hole at the Legends on the Moorland course. It was a lifetime thrill! I hope to continue our vacation tradition for many years to come. Hopefully, there will be more aces to come![/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Joe’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]My six brothers and I have been going on a 3 day weekend golf getaway every year for the last 28 years. Every 3 or so years or so we change casinos and courses. My amusing story happened on our trip in 2005. To set the stage i need to let you know that 2 of my brothers, Vic and Mike, were heavy drinkers at the time. They usually were on same cart because they had all the mixes and hard liquor. My brother Greg and I were on the other cart in the foursome with Vic and Mike. We were at the Mille Lacs Golf club that year. We had just finished the front 9 and stopped into the clubhouse. To start with Vic had already had plenty to drink but managed to lock himself in one of the bathroom stalls. After about 15 minutes we were finally on the way to the 10th hole tee box. To get to the tee box we had to cross a road entering the parking lot and then make a quick right turn to get to the box. Mike was driving their cart. Vic had just finished mixing another drink as they crossed the road. When Mike went to make the right turn he accelerated and as he did Vic fell out of the cart and rolled one time on the path. We were all laughing pretty damn hard because it looked like something out of a Laurel and Hardy skit. The absolute funniest part was what Vic did after he rolled. Vic rolled and quickly bounced up on his knees. His only response was, ” I didn’t spill a drop!. And he proceeded to get back into the cart as if nothing happened. He was so proud that he had protected his drink.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”David’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]While I have enjoyed several buddy trips to Myrtle Beach through the years, my favorite golf story involved my son Jeff, then 6 years old and one of the pirate-themed miniature golf courses along the main drag. The first hole was a downhill slalom experience with numerous twists and turns before reaching the hole. Incredibly, in the course of our time at that miniature golf course, he played that hole SIX times and scored SIX holes-in-one, the last shot standing with his back to the fairway and putting without looking through his legs! I have played golf for fifty-five years and have never seen an exhibition to rival the day my son Jeff had. Hope you enjoy that story![/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Mac’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]”I have been to Myrtle Beach several times on golf trips and enjoyed them.
While on vacation our family was staying at Lands End. I had gone to Arcadian Shores golf course and was paired with two other golfers. The starter had asked if another gentleman could join us. He went on to explain the gentleman could not see vey well and asked if we would help him by also watching for his ball. When you are paired with people you don’t know as golfers we talk and get to know fellow golfers. While playing a par three the gentleman whose ball we were asked to watch hit the shot of his life, across the water to the front of the green and rolls up drops in the hole. The three of of us are cheering and he says “what’s going on”. His sight loss was due to macular degeneration and missed the shot of his life but we all made it special by walking on to the green and watching the smile as he picked the ball out of the hole. What can be better than enjoying golf in Myrtle Beach, watching a hole in one and three new friends.”[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Clark’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]Just showing up in Myrtle beach I was amazed! We went to the hotel, very friendly Uber driver, and went to our room, AMAZING! The ocean was a perfect tone to add to the effect. Our first two rounds were at Myrtle Beach National and the west course. Absolutely beautiful and great golf in November. Played TPC Myrtle Beach on the last day and was so impressed. The staff at every golf course we visited was top notch and every golf course we played was UNBELIEVABLE. Awesome place to go golf with your buddies!, anytime of year.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Jeff’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]”My favorite golf story would have to be the time I got to play with Peter Jacobsen. Our company produced Golden Tee Golf. At that time Peter Jacobsen was a spokesperson for the game. Our company had bid on and won a charity auction that would have Peter play a round of golf with us at the Badlands in Las Vegas. We used the opportunity for a customer appreciation event in 1999, and Peter along with Fuzzy Zoeller played a hole with each group.

A few of us that had worked on the game were chosen to participate, and I was one of the lucky ones that got to go. I remember teeing off at the first hole was so nerve racking with everyone watching. It didn’t help that Fuzzy was slinging comments about everyone’s attempt at hitting the ball either, and I got my fair share from him as I shanked one out and to the right. As we left the tee box, I got my wits back together and settled in playing at my typical level.

Peter caught up to us on a hole that had a large ravine. I had hit my ball just up to the edge, and had tried twice to get the ball over, but just could not get a clean enough stroke to make the distance. Peter kindly walked up and asked if I wanted help. I said sure, who wouldn’t want a lesson from one of the greats. After 6 more balls went into the ravine, I explained to Peter that I was on my last ball, and we still had 3 holes to play. With that logic he gave in and allowed me to drop on the other side.

I’ll never forget the day that I got to play a tough course in the desert of Nevada taking verbal abuse from Fuzzy Zoeller and the valuable lesson of how to lighten a golf bag from Peter Jacobsen. One of the best rounds of golf EVER!”[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Randy’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]”Fredericton, New Brunswick Canada
My very first gold trip to Myrtle Beach was in the fall of 2006, when me and some buddies planned a major road trip for a week of golf. In total we had 11 of us all travelling together. we left on a Thursday afternoon and took our time travelling down
we played 6 different course over the week. That week was the start of many yearly golf trips to Myrtle. so the most memorable round was at Oyster Bay, started with one of the guys constantly talking about all the clam shells around the course. Then on one of the par 3 holes, the tee shot was over a water hole and that morning there was a huge gator lazing around. one of the older guys behind us after hitting his tee shot drove up and saw the gator. he thought it was a fake and just put there for amusement as it wasn’t moving so he decided to prove to the guys it wasn’t real. he walked around by its tail and touched it with his club, well the gator lifted his head and hissed. this guy took off running and we all know he had to dirtied himself. we still talk about it today and it was about 12 years ago. lots of good trips and stories from Myrtle. regards”[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Steve’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]”My Dad and I were playing a course in Myrtle Beach, and a gentleman playing hooky from work joined us. About hole 12, the other gentleman gets ahead of us on a hole before my Dad hit, apologized, and went to move the cart. He puts it in reverse, the cart jerks, he falls out, the cart runs over him and makes a hard left turn right to the bottom of the lake. Clubs, keys, wallet, cell phone all gone. We were obviously concerned for his safety, checked on him, and offered to drive him to the clubhouse to get help. I was doing very well until Dad told him ‘Don’t worry it probably happens all the time’. At that point I lost it, just couldn’t contain the laughter. The clubhouse attendants weren’t amused, as one of them (about 300 lbs of him) had to go swimming to chain the cart to the backhoe. Well Dad and I decided to skip a hole or 2 so we could really let loose with laughter. Didn’t count the score the rest of the way.
I asked Dad what he would tell Mom if it happened to him. He said ‘Nothing, it would be your job to tell her that I died’.
At dinner that night, we are still laughing, and a group of men asked us what was so funny. We told them the story, and one said it happened to him. Dad was right, it happens all the time.”[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Tom’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]During a round on a golf trip. One guy in our group was in a fairway bunker. He decided since sand was a little wet and he about 200 yards out that it might be a good idea to hit a fairway wood out of the bunker. Upon striking the ball it hit the front lip of the bunker. No one could track it at that point. So he he just stood there with his arms in the air and his mouth open as to say where did it go? We all were looking down the fairway to maybe get an idea to where it went. Some seconds later we here a hollow sounding thud. The ball had careened almost straight up in the air and came down hitting him right on top of the head. Good thing he had a hard head. We laughed so hard almost couldn’t finish the hole.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Steven’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]”Don’t hold me to this, but I think it was Pauly’s Plantation. My group’s annual golf trip, maybe 2008 or 2009.
Par 3 over a creek. My cart partner lands the green. I put it near the green. The ‘other’ cart, first guy plants it near the green, and then the best player in the group, BigSteve, plunks one in the water. He drives his cart up to his drop area and I follow, while the other two walk to the green.
40 yards out? BigSteve pulls out his chipping wedge, and promptly chunks one in the water. Dropping 4, hitting 5.
He reaches in his pocket, pulls out another ball, drops it, chunks it, dropping 6 hitting 7.
He walks back to the cart to grab another ball. You can see the otherwise gentle giant starting to lose his patience with himself.
Back to his drop area, drops 8, hitting 9. He takes a full swing and smacks it a solid 75 yards over the green. I’m in hysterics.
With his cart parked directly in front of mine, and me laughing like a juvenile, he took his wedge and slammed it against the top of his golf bag, snapping the neck of the wedge. Even though it was instantly funnier, I stopped laughing, because I could see how irritated he was.
He stepped back, looked at his broken club, and said “”I deserved that.”” I was free to start giggling again.
He went to get into his cart, when he turned around and announced that he was going to pick-up and just go to the next tee. He reached to his bag to pull out his driver… a brand new Cleveland Launcher that he had just started using that day, and as he grabbed the head of the big club, it came off! We both knew instantly what had happened– when he struck his wedge against his bag, he snapped both the wedge AND the driver.
As the head popped off in his hand, he looked at me, smiled, and said “”this? i did not deserve…””
I know you had to be there. But we replay that moment all the time. One temper tantrum, TWO broken clubs. Ya gotta admit that’s impressive…”[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Matthew’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]Our entire family loves to golf. It brings us together in a special way. I have lots of golf stories but I guess my current favorite one involves my son. If I purchase anything golf related for me, my son thinks he should have the indentical thing too. Instead of hiding my golf purchases from my wife (like some guys I know), I’m having to hide them from son. (in my trunk covered up or closet or etc.) A golf play at home package, would really be used and enjoyed by so many in my family, especially the kids. This would be a treat for all…especially during this “stay at home” period for our country. Thanks for your consideration. I’m dreaming of a “Golf Play At Home Package”. What an awesome idea.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Tim’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]”Many years ago, I came to Myrtle Beach on a golf trip with the family of my now ex-wife….and no, the divorce was not a result of me leaving her behind to play golf with the boys one (or fifty) times too many!

Anyway, on day two of the trip, we played a course known for a beautiful island green hole. I won’t mention the name, but let’s just say yhat it was named after it’s signature hole. My partner for the round was my ex-brother-in-law, Doug, who happened to be a scratch golfer. (I, on the other hand, am…..well…..NOT a scratch golfer…..and let’s just leave it at that!)

When we reached the signature island green hole, I was very excited, as I had never played a true island green before. I really wanted to make par or better on this hole. If I could pull that off, the round would be a huge success, regardless of what happened on the other seventeen holes. (Given my talent or lack thereof on the golf course, it really doesn’t take too much for me to call a day of golf a success.) I teed it up and hit a rare perfect drive right down the middle! The ball came to rest right next to the 100-yard marker on the fairway. At that time in my career, that meant that I was a perfect pitching wedge out…..and I was feeling really good.

I lined up over the ball. I put a pretty good swing on it, but I pushed it just enough to drop it pin-high, but in the drink to the right of the green. So disappointing!

I normally would have been very happy proceding to the drop zone and finishing the hole from there….but not on this particular hole! There was nobody pushing us and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to try again. I dropped another ball, lined up and hit what appeared to be a perfect shot. This one landed on the green directly behind the flag stick, but rolled off the back side and into the drink once again.

Okay, now it was just for the princple of it! Forget my score for the hole or for the round for that matter. My pride was on the line. I had to go into my bag for another ball, but I was determined to stick one on this beautiful island green. I took my time and made a great swing. With perfect loft, the little white ball headed directly towards the flag stick.. i stepped back to admire my efforts. This had to be the one. The ball made its descent towards the dance floor…..then came the awful sound of ball-on-wood, followed by a visible splash. It bounced off the the very top of the face of the island bulkhead directly in front of the hole……and in the drink for a third time.

It was at that point that I looked behind me and realized that Doug (remember my scratch golfer partner for the day, Doug?) was literally lying on the fairway (somehow silently) laughing and trying desperately to catch his breath. I guess I hadn’t noticed up to that point, but apparently, he was amused is some way by my trifecta of failures. …..yes. thanks for caring, Doug!

It was at that precise moment that I came to the realization that it was time to pick up and move on. That beautiful island green would still be there for another round on another day and I would return with (hopefully) my best game once again.

Sadly, I have never had the opportunity to return to that course and based on a quick search of the internet, it looks like I may never have that opportunity. So sad!

Oh well, I guess the game will always be slightly better than I, but that will never stop me from trying to land that perfect shot on that beautiful green, wherever it may be.”[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”William’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]I’m part of a large group that comes to MB the last week of April, I got a chance to play with our coordinator, Mr Conway (DWGC)and two others on one of the worst storm days I had ever seen or played in. Hole 18, due to the weather our 4 some could get no closer than 60 feet away from the pin, I putted uphill, left to right hook in for a birdie. What really made it special, some of our members were on the porch because they had finished before us and saw the putt go in. My best putt so far![/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Scott’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]In April, 1980, I was on a golf vacation, with 3 friends. This was shortly after it was revealed that the Canadian Embassy in Iran had helped 6 American citizens escape the country during the hostage crisis. We were driving to the golf course in M.B. one morning and we stopped at a red light. Suddenly a gentleman approarched our vehicle from behind and thanked us for what Canada had done for American. He had noticed our Ontario license plate on our car. Made us very proud to be Canadian & very proud to call American our friend & neighbour![/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Brian’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]Several years ago, I got to play in th First of America Classic pro am and as luck would have it, I was paired up with John Paul Cain, the pro. It was a great honor and we spoke about family and determined that neither of us could come up with any relatives in common even though we share the same surname. He is a very interesting personality but what I enjoyed most about the round, is the fact that the scores of the pros are carried around on a pole with each foursome. I knew many people in the gallery and proudly pointed to the sign “CAIN -5″ as we walked from hole to hole. I’m sure that many of them had never heard of John Paul Cain and for maybe just a second thought I was shooting a five under![/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Steve’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]I have been to Myrtle Beach 0n five occasions.My last golf trip with 5 of my Irish friends from Cork to Myrtle Beach was Sept, 2018. We played 10 rounds of golf,attended the Grand Old Opera and visited The Battleship North Carolina etc.We really enjoyed all of the golf courses,the greens were excellent and playable.All staff were very friendly , courteous, and helpful.We played Shaftsbury Glen,and it brought back great memories of a great friend, Mr Paul Himmelsburg. when we were playing the 14th hole, the head golf professional Mr Edward Willever approached me ,and i said Sir are we slow or holding up other golfers / he said no but Paul wanted to know what time we would finish at as he wanted to meet the group from Ireland.At the lovely clubhouse building,Paul greeted us, and we had a lovely meal,and some lovely cold beers.As group leader we had intended to visit MB in March 2020, so I had no choice because of the virus but to cancell.I intend to plan for March 2021 PG.Hope ye are all safe and in good health.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Alex’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]hrough, I have organized a family golf trip for six to eight golfers annually in November since 2006. Agents like Don Morrison and Dayson Dooling have been extremely helpful and accommodating in putting together our golf packages. We have never been disappointed — course choices, accommodations, promotions, even restaurant suggestions. We love coming to Myrtle Beach. We’ve played many of your great courses, King’s North, Long Bay, Man O’ War, and Tradition, to name but a few. On the Grand Strand, hospitality is a religion at the courses, the resorts, restaurants, and attractions.

Never was this more evident than in November 2012. Two members of our group had their golf clubs stolen the night before our final round of the week. Needless to say, this experience put a damper on an otherwise fun-filled week. The last round was at Blackmoor. Upon arrival, we registered at the pro shop. We told the pro about the theft, fully expecting to rent two sets of clubs. Instead, the pro apologized, saying that theft was an issue the local police were dealing with. As well he provided two full sets of TaylorMade clubs and bags at no charge. Amazing! With his empathy and generosity, the pro brightened our moods and soothed the sting of a negative experience. After the round, we thanked the pro (wish I could remember his name) for his handling of our situation. That was and continues to be one of the reasons our group has continued to visit Myrtle Beach every November. Blackmoor is always in our package.

As luck would have it, our group experienced its first hole-in-one in Myrtle Beach in 2018. You guessed it, at Blackmoor! My brother aced the 138 yd. 4th hole. His name is now prominently displayed on a plaque in the pro shop along with other “ace” golfers.

See you in November. Keep up the great work.
Cheers and good health![/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_custom_heading text=”Thomas’s” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]Favorite Golf Memory:[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”3/4″][vc_column_text]I’ll never forget the closest I have (and probably ever will) come to a hole in one. Its not only because it was a great shot, but also because I was surround by friends at True Blue on our annual golf trip. We made more commotion than you could imagine, I’m sure it would have been even more rowdy had it dropped.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][/vc_row]

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