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The Masters Memories

With the old green and black vinyl bag slung across my shoulder, the Tommy Armour irons and the Dave Hill woods (when they were still real woods) stored inside, the trusty Jack Nicklaus Golden Bear balls weighing on my back, off I went to the holy ground.

1Apr2008 | Mutt Helms | 1 comment | Continued