The wind was gusting hard, pushing to dislocate weakened branches from their sockets, and pulling to topple diseased trees with their rotting bases and root beds. Nevertheless, he was right in there, driving a series of discs toward the golf tee: a dented ring of sheet metal that collared the base of an old pine. He was right in that mess, working to improve in this “sport” that was played by only five other people within a 100km range.