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I didn’t really get into golf until I was about 14. My mom and dad were taking lessons from a pro an hour and a half from our farm in Cohuna, Australia. When they got home, I’d ask my mom to explain everything they learned – drills and all.
If a cow walked into this room, I’d probably walk out. I could milk it, but my dad never forced me to do a lot of chores like that, mostly because he loved doing it himself.
Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.