With St Andrews Bay to the right and the old-fashioned town of St Andrews behind me, I felt as if I was a pro teeing off for the British Open. I began to get nervous before teeing off as both golfers and tourists look on as the people ahead of me tee’d off.
After leaving my emotions behind, I walked up to the tee to take my tee shot. My 70 year old scottish caddie began to read off some distances and give some advice as a wondered how many times he had walked this aged course. I took my driver from my caddie and placed a tee into the ground. I lined up, swung, and hit a line drive down the middle of the fairway as the weight of messing up was lifted off my shoulders. I began to walk toward my ball as I admired the historic landscape of Scotland.
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The course was spectacular and everything I imagined Scottish golf being, the rolling hills, huge sandtraps, and fog rolling over each green. The hundred year old grass was so hard not even the highest shot would put a dent in it. When in a bunker, they towered above you while you got on your tiptoes to manage a glimpse of the top of the flag.
As I a continued to play the course and my score began to rise, I became for comfortable hitting every shot better. With the bay surrounding me, there were constant chirps from the seagulls flying above me. The wind was either my biggest enemy or closest friend as it would either carry my ball an extra 20 yards or completely misdirect my shot.
While closing in on the final holes of the course, you truly admire the scenery of Scotland with aged brick walls surrounding the boundary of the course and the town of St Andrews in the back drop. As a approached hole 17, I marveled over the shot that laid in front of me. A blind driver shot over the side of the Old Course Hotel where all I could see was the top of the town in the distance. I hit my best drive of the day and started my walk. On my way to my tee shot, I passed the hotel bar, the Jigger Inn, where golfers sat and chuckled while they enjoyed a cold Guinness. As I finished the hole, I gathered with my family to take a photo of the renowned Swilken Bridge that connects the 17th and 18th holes.