Steve

 

His name is Steve.  He was our caddie at The Ocean Course on Sunday morning.   

He had been there, done that, and back again.

I was nervous to have a caddy...for whatever reason...think just because I had never had someone carry my clubs.  I mean, I can carry my own...but, that is what you are supposed to do there.

So, we met Steve.  He was in his 50's...a New Yorker that had relocated down to SC.  He was a jack of all trades.  An excellent caddy, a fly fishing guide, a good golfer, an avid photographer, retired from The United States Navy, visited every continent on our planet, and just knew a little bit about everything.

Some of his stories were almost unbelievable.  I mean, they were true...I just couldn't believe it had happened.  Figured that he had caddied for lots of strange folks...I think people come from all over just to play this course.

He told us about this group of men who were drinking themselves into oblivion while they were playing golf.  They had loaded their bags down with beer...and Steve was lugging it around while they slopped the ball around the course.  One of the dudes got so drunk, he ripped off his clothes told his buddies he was going into the ocean...he ran naked across the course and jumped in the water.  Told them he would meet them on 18.  Sure enough...here comes the drunken idiot naked and running out of the water to greet his equally stupid friends on 18.  Little did he know they cops were waiting for him.  

So, Steve kept us entertained with stories about life, golf, and stupid people.   

We requested him the second time we played.  He was either off or hiding from us.  Next time we go...we will be sure to ask for Steve.