Muckhart Golf Club

Downhill, the ball stays up longer than feels right.

A wood from the tee is not a confession. Take it.

Running one in through the front is the percentage play.

Half a club less, and let the hill do the rest.

Long leaves the harder chip. Believe the number.

Centre of the green, every day of the week.

The water is nearer the tee than the green. Ignore it.

Good players aim away from the pin here. Be one.

The wind does more up here than the trees admit.

A wedge, a firm heart, and no peeking.

Anything timid rolls back down to say hello.

Under-clubbing is the oldest mistake on this tee.

Pick a spot on the green and mean it.

The bank forgives nothing. Land it on top.

All carry. Choose the club that clears it twice.

Short holes punish greed first.

Fly it all the way in. There is no running route.

One good swing. That is the whole assignment.

Aim at the fat of the green and putt for your two.

The miss is short here. It is nearly always short.

Take one more club than pride suggests.

A three here never hurt anyone.

Sand on every side. The green is the only safe place.

Par walks off this tee less often than it should.

The green sits smaller than it reads from the tee.

Swing at eighty per cent. The yardage is honest.

Anything timid rolls back down to say hello.

A wood from the tee is not a confession. Take it.

Running one in through the front is the percentage play.

A wood from the tee is not a confession. Take it.

Sand on every side. The green is the only safe place.

A wedge, a firm heart, and no peeking.

The water is nearer the tee than the green. Ignore it.

Half a club less, and let the hill do the rest.

Fly it all the way in. There is no running route.

The bank forgives nothing. Land it on top.