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Show Milford Has Goofy Golfers The greens ain't green and you have to allow for 'windage' on most of your drives, but Milford golfers enjoy slapping the little white pill with a hunk of steel and then goin' to chase it, even if the wind does fill up their holes with sand and the teen-age motorists motor-ists like to use their dried-up lake bed golf course for a race track, seeing who can knock down the most greens flags without scratching any fenders. fen-ders. Golfing in Milford started several years ago, after some locals who had enjoyed the sport in previous years, laid out a "course" with nine holes in a sagebrush area east of town, and started getting up before daybreak to get in a few holes of play before the business day starts at 9 a.m. They lost enough balls to stock a miniature pitch and putt course, and the high-flying eagles, crows and rabbits must have had chronic indigestion from the hundreds of hunks of rubber they swallowed in the mistaken belief that it must be some new kind of galloping food. Starting with three or four damfools including Elwood Jefferson, Jef-ferson, manager of Jeff Merc; Jack Davis, assistant cashier of the Milford State Bank; Claud Horton, proprietor of Shay's Recreation; and Dave Erickson, UP engineer, the Milford golf club group now includes more than a score of crazy pill-chasers pill-chasers who tired of losing balls under rocks and boulders, and now are planning to try to obtain title to an old lake bed, where the wind blows so hard and so steadily that a permanent grounds keeper will not be able to keep the hokf; open and ground rules say that if you roll your ball across the cup its considered as sinking sink-ing the putt. And in lieu of traps, there's enough sagebrush growing on the course to create sufficient hazards, and no sane golfer ever tries to figure which way his ball is going to roll on the "greens" because there ain't nothing green on the greens and the cracks of the dried-up mud, and the tire tracks from teen-age driven cars have the greens so cut up and cracked up that anyone sinking a two-putter two-putter is considered an expert and has to buy the brews for his partner down at Shay's Recreation. But golfing in Milford is fun, the local golfers are planning relaxation, and a challenge, and a fenced-in course, with maybe in a few years the local screwballs screw-balls who chase white pills around a windblown, sand-filled sand-filled golf course will be watching watch-ing Utah's greats try to outguess out-guess each other on windage in a sanctioned tournament. In the meantime, Jeff. Merc will sell clubs at wholesale (plus 10) and the galaxy of goofy golfers continues to grow larger each week. |