Mark’s Kaddy Korner

I originally received a copy of this same email on December 24th from Kaddy Korner follower Robert Behnke and a few others over the last week. I quess if Furman Bisher can publish it on his site, I can too. The rest of the story is from Furman and it is identical to the email I received the 24th. Read and believe what you want, pick apart what you want, and trash want you want. It’s plausible, possible, and doable these days.

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A quick look at my first couple weeks on tour

1988 was a blur, both physically and emotionally. I was escaping from a bit of misery, learning a new occupation, and trying to establish relationships with folks who didn’t want to be bothered with a new kid on the block. The grizzled veterans scoffed at my exuberance and didn’t want some veteran caddy’s brother tugging at their pant legs talking about golf. They had seen it all, done it all, when caddies had it tough. A naive newcomer wasn’t welcomed in the ranks. These guys remembered days “professional caddies” weren’t allowed to work certain tournaments, when there were signs announcing, “public welcome, no caddies allowed.