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Ocotillo Golf Resort

Ocotillo Golf Resort in Chandler, AZ

Panoramic View of the green at #4 on the White Course

The Stats

Tee Time: September 3, 2012, 9:10, 102 F, Calm

Designer: Ted Robinson (1986)

Playing Partners: Pat Spomer, Golfer X

Tees: Blue/White course, Copper Tees, Par 71 (71.3 rating/130 slope/6,782 yards)

Course Handicap: 13 (11.7 index)

Stats: 91 (47-44); 32 putts; 4/14 fairways; 2/18 greens; 6 penalty strokes

The Course

With all the mounds, hazards and nasty desert conditions of Arizona golf, Ocotillo Golf Resort is a welcome change of pace from the other high-end tracks in the valley. Feeling more like it belongs in the Grapefruit League than the Cactus League, water, palm trees and bermuda grass define this course. There are three 9’s to choose from, the Gold, Blue and White. The White played easier than the Blue, which are the two courses we played. Just eyeballing the scorecard looks like the Gold holes might be the toughest of the 3. Bring at least three sleeves of golf balls, I would recommend. I lost 6, but also I’m not very good. You might have better luck. Continue reading Ocotillo Golf Resort

Ak-Chin Southern Dunes Golf Club

Southern Dunes Golf Club in Maricopa, AZ

I forgot to take a picture of me at the course, so here’s Sean chipping on hole 18 instead

The Stats

Tee Time: July 7, 2012, 9:10, 108 F, Gusty

Designer: Fred Couples/Schmidt-Curley Design (2002)

Playing Partners: Sean Cohan

Tees: Blue, Par 72 (70.6 rating/126 slope/6,493 yards)

Course Handicap: 12 (10.5 index)

Stats: 85 (46-39); 31 putts; 5/14 fairways; 6/18 greens; 2 penalty strokes

The Course

I’ve been an Arizona resident for about 9 months, and had never really found a reason to go to Maricopa. Now I’ll definitely be going back and hopefully soon, thanks to Ak-Chin Southern Dunes Golf Club. I finally got to put my Troon Golf Card to use on this blistering hot day in Arizona (as opposed to all those cool summer days the state’s known for). I’ll get the round details out of the way early because I could go on about them all day. It started on the driving range. At the end of a quick ten-swing warmup I had a sand wedge in my hands and the ball cart closing in. I hit a perfect sixty-yard pitch that was tracking right into the windshield. I stood there admiring my shot like Jose Bautista taking in one of his long home runs. Twenty feet, fifteen feet, ten feet, five feet… And then nothing. The driver swerved at the last minute (apparently they’re picking up balls with Mini Coopers out there) and my ball fell harmlessly to the grass. I raised my hands in disappointment and saluted the driver for his evasive maneuvers. He smiled and laughed. I was a cart boy for a couple years and I remember golf balls rattling the steel cage of the cart that made it sound like World War III had just erupted on the Round Hill driving range. But I wasn’t letting him get away with that. He was driving away when I swung at one last ball with him about 80 yards out. Like a perfectly led wide receiver streaking down the sideline, my ball floated through the air and smacked the top of the cart roof a hundred yards away. If only I could snipe like that on the ice rink… Continue reading Ak-Chin Southern Dunes Golf Club