Rocket… oops, I mean *Roddy* Ranch

Roddy Ranch on Saturday afternoon. It was cold and overcast, breezy, and occasionally rained but ended quickly. It was a fine Scottish day for golf. Head! Paper! Now!

OK Roddy Ranch. Beautiful golf course set in the Antioch hills. Lots of up and down elevated greens and fairways, doglegs, and bunkers. Not a single home has been built on the course. Standing on the upper tee boxes you could look out across the San Joaquin River valley and the California Delta. Behind us loomed Mt. Diablo.

The fairways were in very, very good condition. The grass was full and very green and just about perfect. The rough was nicely groomed and not at all troublesome.

And then there’s the pesky greens.

Hard as a rock. Lightning fast. Your irons could hit the green, but it would hit ’em like you’d just hit the cart path, bounce and roll off the green. Tap your putt ever so lightly and the ball would rocket past the hole and roll off the green. The greens were painfully, awfully punishing.

I loved everything else about the course, but the greens just plain pissed me off.

Hey look, I snapped some pics!

If Roddy Ranch ever slows those greens down I’d like to play it again.

Click here to read Dave’s account of Sunday’s round of golf at Deer Ridge.