23 August

• We have 6 groups and 4 carts reserved with a 09:03 start time (to be double-checked)

• We currently require 5 groups (for 20 players) and 4 carts

• In the carts are: Steve/Ged, Brad/Tampo, Barrie/JoeB and Lindsay/Geoff

• We are playing Stableford for Andy's trophies

• The Winter Mug grand final will be played - Rod v Fintan

• One Pairs matches is planned: Bruce/Tampo v Pete/Brad

• It may also be a Mystery Nine day (to be confirmed)

• The Mug holder for August is Rod

Group and cart requirements need to be finalised by Wednesday evening.

Tony will be paying upfront for golf on Thursday morning as usual.

The latest 12-week booking matrix is also attached.

The usual "down to play, committed to pay" rule applies.

Cheers, Brad

2 August at Carramar:

So twelve crazy, stupid and down right idiotic golfers fronted up to fairly optimistic conditions. And with Steve’s ever reliable weather app people were starting to believe that we might doge a bullet! BANG!! Geezusss didn’t see that Beretta 303 Shotgun sneaking up over the back of us. By the end of the first hole for the first group it was p…..g down. In fact I was that wet by the end of the fourth hole, I said to the rest of my group “ I’m busting for a piss so I may as well piss my pants because it’s not going to make any difference! “  Any way on we played

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> Well it didn’t take long for something unusual to happen in a round of DAGS golf. First group Dom, Steve, ( the man of many names ) Aussie and my self teeing off on the second. Dom gets set ‘ whack ‘ Dom asks “ did anyone see that? “ ( now I need to paint a picture ) the three of us aren’t standing on the tee behind Dom, it’s pissing down, we are under our umbrellas and our view is limited. Steve  reply’s “ it’s gone high, really high! “ I’ve said “ nah didn’t see it “ Steve goes “ it’s about to come down now “ no one saw it come down. Dom bends over to pick up his tee and there is his ball right in front of his tee plugged two golf balls deep! But it’s gone really high Steve said.  Man  laugh I nearly weed myself before I got soaking wet 

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> There’s barely a week goes by without this man’s name being mentioned. Tampo. He walks off the 17th green with ball in hand, gets off his buggy seat on 18 to have his hit, can’t find his ball! Not in his pocket, not on the ground, not in his buggy seat. He eventually gives in and hits another ball and sits back down on his buggy seat only to glance into his umbrella and alas there’s his ball trapped in his umbrella like an insect trapped in a spider web