Rifle Golf, that is. If you dread this coming weekend’s wall-to-wall coverage of the most dreary sport on earth, cheer up. A range out in Utah has invented a vastly superior form of golf that allows shooters to legitimately test their skills in a fun environment and without the need for Jesper Parnevik-ian pants.
I like to think the “tee” for Rifle Golf will not include signs telling you to be quiet, the “greens” won’t be the subject of endless debate between hushed-voiced Afrikaaners and the “bunkers” will more properly reflect that title.
Also, I like to think I could shoot at least par for the Spirit Ridge Rifle Golf course; a feat I cannot accomplish on any links in the country were I ever to have the desire to spoil a good walk, which I won’t.
Tiger Woods is fortunate Rifle Golf isn’t his sport, because methinks Elin might have found his Rifle Golf “club” a bit more effective as a tool for expressing her displeasure with his infidelity.
Phil Mickelson would have to find a left-handed “club,” Chi Chi Rodriguez would want a bayonet on his and Craig Stadler would enjoy the ATV rides between “holes.”
I, for one, can’t wait for a PRGA Tour.