Played Old Marsh Golf Club in Wells, ME, today.  In many ways, the course is a combination of classic and modern touches.  The plentiful fairway sand bunkers are festooned with long, thick grasses giving any shot toward them the double trouble potential (I preferred the hacks from the sand to those from the thick grass).  The second-longest set of tees play to only 6,000 yards (the longest break 6,500), but the chesty slope of 130 was more than justified by the hidden swales beyond bunkers that kicked wayward shots even more wayward.  And most fairway bunkers were not in place just for aiming purposes or eye candy.  They were places in the 210 yard to 240 yard ranges, to cover golfers like me on both weak and strong days. 

        The mostly huge greens were fiercely guarded by sand bunkers that nestled right up to the edge of the putting surfaces.  I found some compensation in the large green complexes, many of which featured slopes that kicked a short shot right toward a few rear pin positions.  My overall impression was of a layout that was visually stimulating and challenging; in other words, one most of us could play a few times a week without getting bored.  You are not  likely to see the same pin position repreated for at least a few weeks.

        I’ll have more to say about the achievement by Brian Silva, one of New England's top designers, in the coming week or so, as well as some comments about the golf community that is emerging around it.  In the meantime, enjoy the few photos below.

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The par 4 2nd hole steals a bit from classic designer Seth Raynor, with a totally blind second shot to a green that is shaped something like a punchbowl.

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The short par 4 4th hole at Old Marsh will tempt the big hitters to work a power fade toward the green.  A big kick right could get home for an eagle putt -- or leave any one of a few hazardous conditions.

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The par 3s at Old Marsh, like the 15th, are all easily reachable because you can choose any of three clubs to land on the putting surface, depending on pin position.  Choose unwisely and you will have a putt from front to back of 100 feet or more.

With apologies to Lao-tzu and his Tao Te Ching (the 2,500 year old Book of Wisdom)

 

by Rick Vogel

 

Golf is beyond words and beyond understanding. Words may be used to speak of it, but they cannot contain it.

 

Golf and its many manifestations arise from the same source -- subtle wonder within mysterious darkness. This is the beginning of all handicaps.

 

When golfers find one course beautiful, another consequently becomes ugly.  When one golfer is held up as good, another is judged deficient.

 

Golf is the hidden secret source of all life.  Good men recognize that golf provides for them and, therefore, they esteem it.  Bad men don't recognize this, but golf doesn't stop providing for them.

 

Similarly, golfers and non-golfers balance each other; difficult and easy lies define each other; long and short putts illustrate each other; high and low bunkers rest upon each other; swing and score meld into harmony; what is to come follows upon what has been...scratch golf!

 

The wise golfer sets an example by emptying the mind, opening the heart, relaxing ambitions, relinquishing desires, cultivating character and keeping head down.  There is no greater calamity than hook, no greater curse than slice.

 

The weak putt overcomes the strong.  The soft putt overcomes the hard. Everyone knows this, but none have the ability to practice it.  Golf is a whirling emptiness; yet, when played, it cannot be exhausted but can result in a gimmee.

 

Know the universe as your self, and you can golf absolutely anywhere in comfort.  Love the course as your self, and you'll be able to care for it properly.  This is the way of golf:  Do your work, replace your divots, then quietly step back.  If you compete with no one, no one can compete with you.

 

The perfect swing is formless form, un-seeable image, elusive, evasive unimaginable mystery.  Confront it, and you won't see "the shanks.”  Follow it, and you can't find a bogey.  Perceive its ancient subtle heart, and you become master of the game.  Know what came before time, and the beginning of a hole in one is yours.

 

A caddy is subtle, intuitive, penetrating, profound.  His depths are mysterious and unfathomable.  The best one can do is describe his appearance:  The caddy is alert as a person crossing a winter stream; as circumspect as a person with neighbors on all four sides; as respectful as a thoughtful guest...well, perhaps Steve Williams excepted.

 

The greatest virtue is to follow golf, and only golf.  You might say, "But golf is illusive!  Evasive!  Mysterious!  Dark!  How can one follow that?"  By following this:  Out of silent subtle mystery emerge birdies.  These birdies coalesce into eagles.  Within each eagle is contained the seed and essence of life.  Thus do all eagles emerge and expand out of darkness and emptiness.

 

Because its essence is real and evident in the origins of all things, the game of golf has survived since the beginning of time.

 

This is not the first visit by Asheville, NC’s Rick Vogel to these pages, but it is the first time he’s gone all metaphysical on us.  You might recall his treatise on golf ball hunting earlier this year, one of the most commented upon articles in the history of Golf Community Reviews (Rick swears the letters weren’t all written by his relatives).  Although he is not a golfer, Rick lives on a golf course in North Carolina where he is teaching his dog Goldie to hunt for golf balls and quote Confucius...or is it David Carradine?