We build our home practice hole to avoid the embarrassment from watching people run away when we get on the tee box.
I hit so many wild shots that the squirrels run for cover when they see me on the fairway.
Even thougn we have a tee area, I decided that it was less effort to just go outside and launch some balls directly from under the car port:
Don't try this at home
Now, the farm hands run when they see me come out holding a golf club, and for good reason. Last week, an errant ball careened off of a column and trashed one of the glass doors. I like the "frosted" look, but Janet disagreed:
Now, I've been banned from hitting balls at my own home! But I'm a persistent fellow, and I'm determined to master golf.
I've been practicing religously for a year now, and I can barely break 100, but there is hope for me yet. . . . .