Stock Brook Manor Golf & Country Club

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

All carry. Choose the club that clears it twice.

Running one in through the front is the percentage play.

The wind does more up here than the trees admit.

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

Under-clubbing is the oldest mistake on this tee.

Pick a spot on the green and mean it.

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

Long leaves the harder chip. Believe the number.

A three here never hurt anyone.

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

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

The bank forgives nothing. Land it on top.

Swing at eighty per cent. The yardage is honest.

The green sits smaller than it reads from the tee.

Downhill, the ball stays up longer than feels right.

Anything timid rolls back down to say hello.

Centre of the green, every day of the week.

One good swing. That is the whole assignment.

Par walks off this tee less often than it should.

Take one more club than pride suggests.

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

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

Anything timid rolls back down to say hello.

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

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

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

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

Anything timid rolls back down to say hello.

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

Downhill, the ball stays up longer than feels right.

Running one in through the front is the percentage play.

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

Running one in through the front is the percentage play.

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

Anything timid rolls back down to say hello.

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

Downhill, the ball stays up longer than feels right.

Anything timid rolls back down to say hello.

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

Anything timid rolls back down to say hello.

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