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Randy and the gang at Rockbottum Country Club pontificate on Rockbottum wisdom and skeletal golf, among other madness.

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Organic Pest Management

Here at the Rock, we like to think we are progressive, looking to the future  and that future includes preparing to manage our golf course with less.   Less water, less intensive maintenance, less overall input and more emphasis on coexisting with nature, rather than forcibly subduing the natural world; Rockbottum is not only applying the philosophy of rugged minimalism to golf, we are the trailing edge, the back of the pack.   Ludella Hogwaller, although less well known than others in this

Randy Wilson

Randy Wilson

Unnecessary Roughness

The Splintered-Interest Good Parent Syndrome is squeezing golf.   In our modern world, there are so many things to do, so many activities like watching poker on TV, jumping concrete steps on a skateboard, World of Warcraft, Mixed Martial Arts, arguing on forums, and paralytic frozen immobility triggered by the increased gravitational field near any sofathat golf has lost some of the mystique and glitter that once held our game at the top of the mountain of obsessive pursuits.   To further sp

Randy Wilson

Randy Wilson

The Best Tee Markers

The best tee markers are...  I dont know what they are.  I thought I knew what they were, until I started reading a discussion on tee markers that unfolded at high speed on the TurfNet Forum.   For years, I favored AITMs, (Angle Iron Tee Markers) short strips of 3 angle iron, due to their low cost and durability.  They were easy to paint every year and it was possible to store plenty of replacement AITMs in the event an angry golfer wanted to test their float characteristics or simply see if w

Randy Wilson

Randy Wilson

The Valley of Mystery

But there was evil afoot, as we had unknowingly stumbled upon a small kingdom that was under the spell of a powerful golf pro, who reigned from his Pro Castle on the highest peak of the kingdom.  He was a pro of extraordinary power, dark and menacing  

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Randy Wilson

Crew Management

Once upon a time, I got fired on Christmas Day. . .  by a mean, grizzled old course owner who waited until I had performed three years worth of course upgrades and redesigns in one year, increased rounds played by 300% and tripled the stimpmeter reading from 2.5 to 7 feet... and then she fired me on Christmas Day, fully aware that my wife was nine months pregnant.   But, hey, it turned out good.  If that hadn't happened, the chain of events that led to my learning I was a crew management geniu

Randy Wilson

Randy Wilson

Golf course "Archie Texture"

Norm, my biological father, (although he often denied it, due to my tendency to go from 5-under to 5-over in three holes and withdraw from junior tournaments at the turn) dragged me all over Europe and the US serving as his personal golf mule. I didnt know I was a caddie for years, because Dad was thrifty. According to Dad, mules worked for food and caddies got paid.   I also served as a migrant golf worker, under the same financial arrangement, a sort of barter agreement, wherein I was allowe

Randy Wilson

Randy Wilson

Influences...

Most artists are quick to respond when asked to reveal the influences that shaped their work.  Musicians, writers, film directors, actors and painters can normally point to someone who had a powerful effect on their style or method; early influence isn't limited to artists, as surgeons, scientists, athletes and even businessmen almost all have someone who played a role at the beginning.   The GCS is a blend of artist and scientist, and I have yet to meet a successful superintendent who cannot

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Randy Wilson

I Learn About Tour Golf...

Shortly after the Auntie Grizz incident, Dad packed us into the old Nash and headed for Dallas.  Dad's reason for heading cross-country (remember, this was in the days before interstate highways) involved furthering his golf career by learning the secret of golf from his hero Ben Hogan, who just happened to be playing a tournament down there in Texas.   To this day, I am still convinced that rather than visiting with Ben, Dad was actually endeavoring to escape from Great Grandma Mitty and her

Randy Wilson

Randy Wilson

My Introduction to Golf

Ive been in golf a long time, but I still remember my first taste of golf.  It tasted like persimmon and brass with a hint of fescue.  It was in my backyard in Tennessee, circa 1958, and Dad was giving Auntie Grizz a golf lesson.  Her real name was Griselda, but Grizz was more fitting, as she was a big, powerful bear of a woman.   I was warned, repeatedly, to beware Auntie Grizz and her vicious backswing, but as I was three years old, I had trouble paying attention to instructions.  I was also

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Randy Wilson


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